wrongly diagnosed. beautiful though.

A couple of days ago, when I was having a good moment, I curled up on the couch to do a little sewing. Sitting cross-legged and working hoopless may not be an orthodox hand-quilting style, but it works for me. I had a bit of energy then and my spirits were up, so I asked Craig if he could take a photo. I was covered head to toe in thread lint and wearing a frumpy house dress. I was disheveled and still a bit tired. In that quiet moment of making, I felt very beautiful.

I hadn't planned for another medical post in back-to-back succession with the last, but sometimes clear cut things aren't so clear cut. I met with my neurologist for the first time yesterday afternoon, after a particularly bad day. I've picked up a few new eyebrow party tricks and a pretty impressive stutter to go along with my other eclectic symptoms.

Sometimes medical practitioners don't get the answers right on the first go. New symptoms manifest, old ones peter out. Medicine is a logic puzzle, and the answers aren't always obvious. What seemed like a straight-forward case of Ramsay-Hunt Syndrome isn't. We're looking for answers again. I'll have an MRI on Christmas Eve. We'll know more soon.

At the moment, good days almost balance the bad ones. I alternate on odds and evens much like movie sequels. On a good day, I can sit on the couch and do some sewing. On a good day, I feel beautiful.