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Manifestations

My experiment is complete. Vacation is now over.

Our two-week Greatest European Hits trip came to an end this past Tuesday; by Wednesday AM we were home in bed recovering from it all.

It’s true: the “recovery trip” itself required a recovery period after.

But overall, was it good for me? Did it help beat back my multiple sclerosis relapse?

Well…

Trent did photograph me every day. My hope was that those photos would, over time, reflect my physical progress. That you’d be able to see a little light come on somehow… I’m not quite sure if I believed the photos could be the evidence for or the actual cause of an improvement, but…

Here they are: Continue reading

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Manifesting

Even though I’ve spent all morning answering work email, I’m now “officially” on vacation.

(I guess since I get unlimited paid time off, and these will be my fourth and fifth weeks since starting six months ago, I can’t really complain about the working-on-PTO-thing…)

And since my health began deteriorating a couple weeks ago in what I believe is a direct response to my stress levels, I’ve decided to document the effect vacation will hopefully have in bringing me back to normalcy. Or at least getting me mostly recovered from this relapse.

I’ve asked Trent to photograph me every day. In my most natural state – however much effort I cared to put into getting dressed, brushing my hair, etc. I hope my energy level will come through in my choices about my appearance; I hope ever-increasing happiness levels will come through in my expression. I hope time off to rest and relax will allow me to slowly recapture my full mobility, and that progress will be manifested in my outward self.

So, to get started…

DAY 1:

After returning home from my last day of work, at 8:45 PM. Had to get my jeans off pronto because I felt like I was losing circulation in my left leg. Yelled at Trent in the car for touching me after he picked me up from BART. Cried when I couldn't figure out how to check us in online with Virgin Atlantic. Ate one takeout sushi roll for dinner and fell asleep on the couch.

After returning home from my last day of work, at 8:45 PM. Had to get my jeans off pronto because I felt like I was losing circulation in my left leg. Yelled at Trent in the car for touching me after he picked me up from BART. Cried when I couldn’t figure out how to check us in online with Virgin Atlantic. Ate one takeout sushi roll for dinner and fell asleep on the couch.

DAY 2:

First "official" morning of vacation. Spent most of it on email. Decided to go to the airport three hours early to get out of the house and away from responsibilities. Left leg still not working properly and right leg now in a lot of pain; stressed out about making the trip with a big suitcase. Oh well.

First “official” morning of vacation. Spent most of it on email. Decided to go to the airport three hours early to get out of the house and away from responsibilities. Left leg still not working properly and right leg now in a lot of pain; stressed out about walking while lugging a big suitcase. Oh well.

Time will tell what happens next. 13 more days of time, to be precise.

Ta ta for now…

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Reframing

We just slipped under the 10-day countdown to our big European vacation: two weeks in London, Paris, and Munich.

There’s a lot going on right now – vacation is NEEDED on so many levels. I have (/had) three events scheduled this week at work (as my success in my new job snowballs, this seems to be the norm these days). Our house is a construction zone, still, and we are desperate to escape it. El Niño is beginning to dampen our souls. We miss our friends overseas

2016 started off at 11 and we’re afraid if we don’t dial it down fast, we’re going to experience a serious blow out before it’s all over. Continue reading

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Post-Script: Mardi Gras

By now you might be wondering if Team Mardi Gras Cheesaversary 4-0 survived the madness or not.

Showing off our booty from the King of Rex parade.

Showing off our booty from the King of Rex parade.

The answer is, YES. Yes, we did. But the far greater feat was surviving the COLD.

Not joking, people! Bitterly cold, in Louisiana. It was a Michigan-style Mardi Gras for those two Detroiters up there, for real. It seems climate change may be out to thwart Mardi Gras, making us even more glad we crossed this one off our bucket lists sooner rather than later. Trying to catch beads while your hand is literally frozen to your beer can is a bit of a challenge… Continue reading

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Cheesy Gras

One week until I'm eating hangover food NOLA style, like these brie fries from Baie Rouge.

One week until I’m eating hangover food NOLA style, like these brie fries from Baie Rouge.

It’s officially ONE WEEK until MARDI GRAS!

I have to admit, I got a little nervous this past weekend, thinking I juuust miiiggghhht have set myself up for such an epically off-the-charts cheestastic Remissaversary celebration… I actually started to doubt whether I’d be up for it. I actually got a little AFRAID of my own Remissaversary plan. Continue reading

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