Candor Creek

Not for show. I did a thing tonight. Despite the PMDD it was a really good brain day today. I was a particularly ineffective shepherd yesterday due to the afforementioned mood instability, so I decided that the only reason I'd leave the apartment today was to do lovely things with Summer. She and I went to a park and geocached, then visited our fave pet supply store for a Big Treat. She's halfway through a deep brush. We even got her license sorted for the year. All of this is pretty amazing on it's own, but the fact that I got the guitar out on top of that is unprecedented. I actually haven't played for ten years and I certainly haven't played after accidentally driving a knife into my hand while manic and doing sonething stupid in the kitchen. That little stint required surgery and, after fixing two severed ligaments and two severed nerves, I was left with near-normal movement but permanent nerve damage and some grip weakness. The good news: it should not...

My writing partner, from above, in a favorite position. I'm getting better at one-handed writing. Health post, but a more positive tone for those that can't handle my usual depressive bullshit. Summer cuteness for your troubles. Ah, yes, the "halfway to anaphylaxis" epipen. Rare, and opting out of it is usually a poor choice that has led to ER runs and large flares in the past. Doesn't stop me from wrestling with taking it every time, though. I was smart (?) just now and gave in to the likely inevitability of at least one Epipen in the next day or so. The reasons finally stacked up high enough: mold spike two days ago, corresponding reactivity/pre-anaphylaxis all day yesterday despite it being a steroid day and staying home (extra trips up and down the steps though), and I've now progressed to pre-anaphylaxis after eating anything or getting up off the couch to do something after a sleep cycle. Further complication: I won't have the steroid as a buf...