Secret meanings of colors according to a Victorian work of synesthetic mysticism called Thought-Forms (1901). A future article on the book is in the works, but for now you can read more about synesthesia here. (via appendixjournal)
Not so happy so far… In the last ten hours, since the “official” beginning of Friedegg - I have had hardcore chills (verging on rigours), some sleep, then woke with a temp bordering on 104F (30C), tylenol and ice packs supplied by The Silverback, runs to the potty, some more sleep, and am now hitting a major sweating point.
Yes, doubt about today began way before breakfast! (What breakfast?!?) Thinking that this chills-fever business may have been picked up when I went to see my GP. No better place to pick up a new and exciting crappy state of being than a medical office.
One day of no crap would be really sweet - ONE DAY - but it’s already not gonna be Friedegg. Still, wishing you all a good one!
Tummy wake-up call… So unpredictable and inconvenient. Stabilised for now but totally wiped out. Cancelled chit-chat therapy for this morning so I can head back to bed. Even she is cool with last-minute changes.
Reading of so many medical nightmares lately here at tumblr. I am feeling utterly blessed with my medical team. Do I have the only human and competent doctors, etc. out there? I don’t have automatic solutions to all the shite that is happening with my body, but I have understanding and proactive professionals working with me to identify and best resolve the issues. It hasn’t always been like this - I’ve had to endure some real beasts as well… But somehow over the past 4-5 years, I have managed to amass an amazing group of people who actually care about my well-being.
Wishing everyone could get this lucky… Actually, I would offer one word of advice. If you find one doctor (regardless of it being your GP or a specialist) who really looks after you, ask them for names of others in areas you need treatment. This is pretty much how I got hooked up with such a great team of medical professionals.
Ahhhh… I can barely hold my head up… Definitely time for some more zeds! Until later…
I figured I would have a pancake craving and post this gem… But I’m gonna go ahead and slap this out here today in honour of “Pancake Day”. So, there you go! However… growing up in “Pennsylvania Dutch Country” - Shrove Tuesday was known as “Fastnacht Day"… Oh, and yeah, I know there is religious significance to all this, but fuck it… Pancakes and doughnuts win out over any godliness!