Taking Care of Business 

Taking Care of Business 
  1. Calculated my pain meds through the weekend so I don’t run out, and learned they only wrote enough for me through Sunday 4pm DUH!  They’re CLOSED MONDAY!!!  Sometimes it’s tedious being my own advocate.
  2. Called AAA to cancel the continuous advertising mailings, and spoke with the most wonderful young woman! Not that I can remember her name… TBI PROBLEMS! 
  3. While dad was out getting my pain med refill, I’ll explain how I managed to get the refill (and how much) in an edit, because this typing one finger, predicted type, now is driving me mad.  
  4. Dad has been helpful, but grumbling.

Hamilton 

Hamilton 

I’m a Hamilton.  The musical is FAR more than I expected.  I never thought I would enjoy hip-hop, yet I know the full musical by heart!  That’s what it takes, sometimes, for Lisa to try something new.  Make it ABOUT HER and she’ll pay attention.  So he did.  Thank you, Lin-Manuel Miranda.  Like many, I dare say, most Americans, I knew nothing of Alexander Hamilton until you wrote your musical based on Chernov’s biography.  I have his book as well, but I have a problem with reading paragraphs since my ViSuALvErTIgO kicked in Summer of 2010.  
I carried a stone for A.Ham from October 2015 until I left it upon his grave on April 23 or 24 (I will look up and confirm the date, I believe it was the 23rd). Yes, the 23rd. I carried it with a stone for Anne Frank.  My Survival Day 20 trip was as much about Anne and Holocaust rememberance as it was about my SurvivalDay.  We have a wolf at the door.  It is frightening how few people who shout and scream about losing freedom ignore the wolf at the door.   

I am posting this now to post the images I have from the graveyard at Trinity and where I stayed and strolled on Jane Street, where A.Ham died after his duel.  I believe the day I left the stone for A.Ham was also the day I fell, injuring my hand.  As I’m learning “It’s Quiet Uptown” on guitar as part of my Occupational Therapy in recovery, I guess this brings me full circle.  My OT said if I practice guitar for 1/2 hour a day that can count for therapy, I can ignore the exercises she gave me.  Done.

Update: August 8, 2016, but not saved until after midnight, so August 9, 2016:  I changed the image from the one I took of Hamilton’s tomb to my dog tag, because this isn’t a normal fan post.  I would also like to thank annalisareyanne and her redbubble page for its products/designs of HamiltonMusical.  It was her image I used, with permission, for this dog tag on cafe press.  My tag isn’t searchable, that I know of.  I’m not set up, or interested in making money.  I’m also szrgirl on YouTube.

Practicing guitar after 3 months in a wrist brace and finger splints was a HUGE MISTAKE, though!  I played for 20 minutes in one day, understand I don’t really know how yet, and spent the next 2 days in EXCRUCIATING PAIN!  I was in tears today at OT.  She told me to #TakeABreak so I will.  I see my epileptologist tomorrow, OT Thursday, ViSuALvErTIgO Friday…  and on it goes. Doctors Doctors Doctors…

#SixWordMemoir

#SixWordMemoir

I entered a writing competition yesterday on Instagram and Twitter with #SixWordMemoir Theme: The Six-Word Spoiler Of Your Life

My entry includes the photo of this post: “SPOILER: My brain. Pieces not important”

The TOP SIX entries will each receive a copy of “A Series of Catastrophes & Miracles!” The website: http://www.sixwordmemoirs.com/story.php?did=1053121

I submitted my first writing for publication since 1992 on Saturday!

I submitted my first writing for publication since 1992 on Saturday!

In the end, I realized I would change something about it.  I’m not sure if I want it published or not.  I suppose I’d be happy either way… I don’t know who it was to say: “The kernel of dissatisfaction in one work is the beginning of the next,” but that person is correct.  The “decision” is said to happen by this Saturday or soon after.  Wish me luck, I think.  Whichever way it falls, I will be pleased.  There is another contest I have my eye on, I only don’t know HOW I will adapt the writing to fit into the next project.
For now, my left hand/wrist is hurting tremendously!  When I fell in NYC at the end of my trip I strained something severely, but didn’t recognize it at the time, because I was so focused on the cough I suffered.  Now, my hand is such I cannot grip even a cup or hold my toothbrush.  I am proud I managed an appointment with a hand PT specialist this Friday.  I hope he can help me.  I don’t imagine it will be the quick fix dad sees it to be (cortisone shot), but I don’t see it as as long a rehabilitation process as my vertigo.

If I’m published, I’ll link everyone to the magazine and I’ll put my entry here.  If not, I’ll edit my entry for another publication and keep it under wraps.  Til later!  
Reminder, the images not photos on my blog are used with permission.  Please respect the artist and go to: http://www.sapergalleries.com/Gonsalves.html

WB Harry Potter UK

WB Harry Potter UK

I’m making this “first post” of my experience at Harry Potter World UK (as I’ve called it) to give my first impressions and tweet about it…  I’ll give my FULL POST by making a PAGE dedicated to the experience!

I post this now, so as not to waste any more time.  It was April 18 and 19, 2016 that I visited!  I’ve let FAR too much time pass without making an entry!

Upon leaving the final day, I was asked, “What was your favorite part of the tour?”

I didn’t have a “favorite part”.  My answer was, “The people I met along the way.”  I meant, of course, the STAFF and HELPERS working at the tour!   

  • Learning the “behind the scenes” bits was interesting….  
  • Seeing the actual sets was fascinating! …
  • But the PEOPLE involved with this experience MADE IT WORTHWILE for me!

I chose one person who brought the experience to life for me!  If I trust my memory, which is dangerous to do, I will say her name was Louise… She was in the Backlot Cafe on day one.  She helped me choose which line to go into for Butterbeer ice cream!  (Then, on day 2, when there was a long line and I was EXHAUSTED and broke, she came out to explain the less expensive sandwiches so I could purchase something less expensive and more filling!  I walk with a cane, and carrying my tray, plus my bag and the cane is an ordeal!  She very graciously took my money to the register, and brought back an eggs mayonnaise sandwich in a bag!)  I will find her name and photo in my photos.  She said I impacted her!  I’m not sure as much as she impacted me!  
After I filled up on my sandwich, I took my remaining photos and had enough remaining to enjoy a small Starbucks coffee at the entrance, before taking a taxi back to my Airbnb in Watford.  The next day I journeyed back to Amsterdam and flew to NYC.  After a few days in NYC, I flew home.  I’m home now!  What an AMAZING TRIP!

Traveling is more complex than I thought

I’m having a fantastic journey!  It is more complicated than I anticipated.

I didn’t realize the strength of my deficits.

  1. Focus – list list list list,
  2. Time – it slips away!  Set a timer every 15-20min to stay on task,
  3. Pack/repack – why did I pack so much?!?!
  4. Money – disappears as quickly as the hours,
  5. Friends – invaluable!

#LookAtYourselves #AreYouProudOfYourselves #ThinkAboutWhatYouAreDoing

#LookAtYourselves #AreYouProudOfYourselves #ThinkAboutWhatYouAreDoing

I only HEARD about this until this morning.
I watched it for the first time a moment ago. 

It sent a #ShiverDownMySpine!

My #SurvivalDay20 trip is as much about the Holocaust as it is about my recovery

I thought I was #AnneFrank in the hospital #ForFucksSAKE!

Nothing, I repeat NOTHING is so bad about Hillary or Bernie that can excuse voting for this #PieceOfSHIT!
–>> Think about Niemoller’s poem #RightNow and ask yourself what you need to do:
First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—

Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out— 

Because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out— 

Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.

Holocaust Encyclopedia