silver

I’ve been concerned about my health again. I try not to be, but it is hard. The past 2 weeks I’ve been having a mix of headaches and odd sensations in my head. I don’t know how to feel about this. Part of me instinctively assumes the worst, that something is wrong. I’ve had years of headaches but not like this, not in this area. Another part of me thinks that maybe I’m just ill and it will pass. And yet another part of me, trying to be an optimist, thinks that some nerve endings are reconnecting after being severed years ago–maybe this uncomfortable feeling I’m getting is progress. Wishful thinking.

I eagerly await going to the doctor which is still more than a month away, and I’m not particularly optimistic that it will be of any help.

I’ve been worn out the past few weeks and finding it harder to focus. I’ve been working on listing my priorities and coming up with an action plan to get out of this rut I’m in.

I had a recovered memory this past week. I recalled that when I was little my mother got into the whole liquid silver bullshit at some point. I was in high school and when I was dealing with some health issues she offered it to me. I told her no, that I did not want it. I feel like we had that conversation multiple times. She had this whole set-up in the bathroom where she’d hook quarters(?) up to a glass of water. Well one day I saw her bringing a cup of water out for me thinking I wouldn’t notice.

That’s where the memory ends though. I can’t remember what I did or said. I know she meant well but it is frustrating to think about the lack of respect.