I've been totally depressed kind of down since going through this whole testing process to see why I have this vague feeling if not ever being well. Some tests are in. I started chelation therapy for my freakishly high lead and arsenic levels. Arse-frigging-nic????????? Le-uh-ad????????
My T.A. thinks this toxic whole heavy metal situation is so fascinating he said he is going to research it and figure out where my exposure came from. I'm thinking another call to the psychic is in my near future. Too mentally tired to do intense internet research. I'm fighting and fighting the feeling of just wanting to go to bed and stay there until this is over. Except going to bed isn't going to make that happen, is it?
I'm so tired that I fell fast asleep for a few minutes sitting straight up in the sauna today. Luckily, some loud talking woman marched herself into the posh club ladies locker room and jolted me back to earth. I had no idea where I was or why I was so sweaty for a couple of seconds.
Yesterday I put off my run until I got quite mid day sleepy and then had to choose between my run and a nap. I was heading towards the couch for the nap option when the devil spotted me and got all hopeful. She just about broke my stone cold canine negligent heart, so I changed course, leashed up the beast, and did go for a 30 minute run. I never regret choosing the exercise course of action.
And since the devil managed to steal not one, but two huge loaves of deli fresh rye bread, among other things this weekend, she needed to get outside and move her thick middle as much as I did. Thankfully, the weather has taken a turn for the gorgeous and running outside is a reality this week. I'm going to do it again tomorrow, because after tomorrow we are in for some rain, so I want to get my beloved outdoors running in while I still can. I was going to attempt to keep my new sneaks in fresh out of the box white condition as long as possible, but yesterday I made the foolish choice to unleash the devil and run over open spaces that weren't as dry as they appear. Today my new sneaks are mud colored. whoops.
I'm concentrating on my upcoming show, and now I have 20 good prints at the framer getting framed. OMG. I totally love my framer. He is a person that every time I see him, I thank the universe for introducing me to him. He is so encouraging and flattering about my work. And he's just nice too. I'm hoping to roll out a few more prints tomorrow. I love my teacher as much as I do the framer, she's been helping me (photoshop impaired as I am ) edit. I'm learning so much by watching her. Also, I barely move, she does all the work on my photos. That's a good speed for me right now. Maybe chelation therapy just brings out the affection in me. Maybe I'm just so pooped right now I'd love anyone. I'd really love someone to carry me up to bed.
In April I am signed up for a photoshop class. I took one years ago, but I wasn't ready back then, so I didn't practice what I learned and I forgot everything I learned. Now I am ready. I hope I am feeling clearer headed by April. I don't like this at all.