So I’ve learned today a lot about T4 and Hashimoto’s and taking thyroid replacement and me. So the thyroid meds I am taking lose their effectiveness by degrees as your body is supposed to create the same matching amount and thereby reducing your need of the drug by a certain amount. Only sometimes humans don’t work that way and sometimes you don’t create enough of it, and sometimes you need more of it, and sometimes…
Tomorrow we leave for Zahara de los Atunes – where we have no WiFi, no internet, no phone, no nada. Woo hoo – hello beach, hello sun, hello the books I have remaining to read. I’m in the midst of Hari Kunzru’s Gods Without Men, which I was digging until last night when I was going to bed I was reading the prose and it felt so contrived I paused several times to see if…
I spent the last twenty four or so hours in a state of mind that I’d like to throw out the window. You know the state – the one where you question everything you have ever done or are doing. I needed to be by myself so I could wring the frown right out of my face. Instead, I wasn’t alone and I picked up another book that I had brought – Gift from the…
The last post I wrote before I left New Orleans at the end of June – I forgot to post it. So I came across it today and posted it – only it seems out of place with my universe right now. The Croats left and with them nightly indulgences of cookies and cigarettes and all sorts of things that I told them would have to leave with them – and they did, on Saturday…
My spirit animal is the elephant – gentle giant, playful creature, strong. Every day since alopecia universalis and Hashimoto’s Disease became the outward manifestation of my inner turmoil – I have grown stronger – I’m getting back to me, only me has changed, is changing, will change. My doctor prescribed two months in Europe, to take the healing waters of Spain and the Adriatic, so I am heeding his advice and on my journey. Goodbye…
The fruiterias are closed The grand market is closed. The groceries are closed. The bakeries are closed. The cafes are closed. The noise is absent except for the clanging of bells. Everyone everywhere is lounging for the lord.
I’m often accused of being a pollyanna – and okay, yes, I do tend to look at the bright side most of the time – not all of the time. The last couple of days I haven’t been able to get to my computer because a friend was on it trying to do damage control. He’s got a project in La Biennale and the group has fomented anarchy. The problem with being a bystander is…
Meanwhile, back at home I read the headlines and they are still stuck in death death death. Someone is killing someone every day in New Orleans. The New York Times this morning said that there is going to be a major overhaul of the police system – but the whole system is rotten from the top down. Someone commented, where is Vice President Jindal while this is all going on – you tell me. Here…
I walked up the stone city wall and followed the elevated path – there were only a few fishermen and some youths on bikes when I went up on the wall but all the way at the end before it turns and blends into Plaza España an old man was standing and looking out at sea. He beckoned me to look and I didn’t catch what he was watching – and he said, “Transatlantico” pointing…
Rare are the days that I have to myself but today is one of them. Tin and Tatjana left early this morning for Bolonia and Vejer de la Frontera on an excursion with the students. This is the last week of school and I finally had time to myself. I walked to the sea first thing – to breathe in the fresh salt air then I went to our favorite wine store – Magerite –…