Hail, Deb

I swear I was Hitler in my former life. Its the only explanation I can possibly come up with that explains the things that happen to me in this one: I AM PAYING FOR IT.
*warning: whine ahead*
I am pretty much completely stoned trying to rid myself of the escalating pain I have experienced for the last 3 months and yet still feel the damn pain.. my MRI results from last week came back and I am awaiting an appointment with a hemotologist to follow up those results. Also, now the powers that be have also blessed me with strepthroat and bronchitis as an added bonus. If I were a horse, they would have shot me long ago. I have new pain medication (which appears to not work so far and makes me nauseous) and antibiotics following yesterdays doctors appointment...I think its safe to say I could open up my own pharmacy at this point.
K, Off to wallow in my own misery a little more...
D.
p.s. sorry I have no apostrophes...my PC died and I had to learn how to use my Mac, but still havent fathomed out why the heck my question marks and apostrophes look like this: é è wth!! o_O

yeah, that's me...Gimpy

Well I've tried to restrain myself from complaining too much on here, although the last three months have basically been a neverending and escalating kaleidoscope of pain for me.
I have to go for some more tests tomorrow...blood tests again this time as apparently last week's MRI divulged that my bone marrow is not what it should be. As I hunch along my hallway, "walking" in a style reminiscent of Quasimodo, I'm just hopeful they discover what in the bloody HELL is wrong and make it go away. (oh and hopefully be non fatal, please and thanks)
Whiningly,
D.

'Tis the Season...

Autumn and the time up until the new year is my favourite time of year. It's the only time I get creative/crafty/in the spirit of things, so to speak. I almost always make my own gifts for everyone. In the past I have made my own potpourri (from flowers in my own garden), made tree ornaments, homemade salsa, homemade jams, wooden decorative sleighs, bathroom baskets, cookies and many other items over the years. Martha Stewart would seriously be proud of me.
This year it is practically a sickness...it is only mid November and I am already not only finished my Christmas shopping, but I have also wrapped everything, including all the stocking items. Ya, I know... however, I haven't done my holiday baking yet, which I am giving as gifts again this year (by request) but that's only because Braden (my youngest son) will eat everything out of the freezer as I found out through unfortunate circumstances last year. (Sorry again to those of you who didn't get a gift...) And um...I do already have all the tins/containers in readiness for when I DO bake.
I'm so ahead of the game, in fact, I'm planning a holiday open house this year. Mostly just so I'll have more decorating, craft and food projects. *blush* On my agenda: making my own holiday soaps, (never done that one before *claps hands in anticipation*) more baking, more extensive indoor and outdoor decorating than I've done in the past. Yay!
...like I said, it's a sickness....
D.

Finally!!

Yeah, I know I haven't blogged in...forever. Without the gory details....blah blah, pain, MRI's, doctors, pain, blah blah...

Still bad, but thought I'd take a time-out from my daily agony to update the ol' blog for those of you unfortunate enough to follow it.


I saw Matt Good again here in Hamilton a couple weeks ago. He was awesome as per usual, but seemed very sad/depressed/subdued during his concert with hardly any of his trademark witty banter. I asked him about it after the show and he said he was just tired. I don't think being in Hamilton, hometown of his cheating, gold digging ex-wife probably helped his mood much. Gratuitous pic of Matt and I on his tour bus after the Hamilton concert:



















Last night one of my little piano students burst into tears during her lesson. I felt really bad...I've never actually made one cry before. I called her mother later and she said she was just crying from frustration because she couldn't play the song we were working on. Is it wrong that I find it ironically kinda funny that the song was "We Wish you a Merry Christmas"? :P (No merriment happening there apparently.)

I really have to get painting again soon. I miss it, but I can't sit long enough with the pain thing going on to do it.

And on this note of sciatic proportions, I must now stop typing and stand up before my ass spontaneously combusts.
Later.
D.

Matt Good + Massey Hall = phenomenal!!!

So I know I haven't blogged in ages. Truth be told, I've been in such bad physical pain I can barely sit for five straight minutes, and it hasn't been a pretty thing the last couple months. I'm not going to make this a whining blog though, just explaining why I've been AWOL is all. :)

So right to the main event: I went to see Matthew Good at Massey Hall in Toronto Friday night...WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW. The acoustics in that place are fanfuckingTASTIC!! I was in 2nd row centre floor, and my god, it was like the music was just surrounding me completely and blowing my little freakin' mind! Honourable mention to his opening 2-women-show, Dala, as well. What a pair of pipes those two have!! Very impressive.

Matt was in fine form, totally outdoing himself as per usual...I've seen him in concert 6 times now and this was by far the best performance I've ever seen. I sat through his two and a half hour show in spite of constant shooting pain in my posterior region (and those chairs in Massey Hall...don't get me started...I felt my chair was dropping closer to the floor by the second, and every time I'd shift, the chair would drop-recline; I ended up in the lap of the guy behind me five times during the concert...I felt I should almost propose to him by the conclusion of the performance haha o_O) and frankly hardly noticed the pain through most of the concert I was so mesmerized. Not only was his music beautiful, gut and heart wrenching, and his voice second to none in spite of his current fight with bronchitis, but his hysterically warped and funny sense of humour made it as much a stand up comedy show as a musical concert.

Sean went with me...Sean was not a fan of Matt's...now he is. He thought he was hilarious, and said he thought the music was better live than recorded, which he has never found to be the case with any concert before. This is the sign of a true artist...no "studio magic" needed!!

Matt's renditions of "Avalanche", "Load me Up", and "Metal Airplanes" were major standouts for me, though the whole concert was simply mind boggling in its sheer magnitude. Matt mentioned later that at one point he looked out into the audience and had a tingle go up and down his spine and an epiphany that this was the moment and he was destined to do this for at least another 20 years. We hope so, Matt!!!

I saw Matt backstage after the concert and gave him the dog portraits I painted him. He's such a great guy...I know I'm biased but he is!! lol

Here's a couple pics of him onstage, then backstage checking out the portraits and showing them to his crew and a pic of him and yours truly:

I see Matt again next Friday here in Hamilton at Hamilton Place...can't wait!!! hehehehehhehe *so obsessed*...er...I mean, I have such respect and admiration for him. All kidding aside, I really do you know...not only do I love his music but I love his mind, political beliefs, sense of haha, and just ...well...his humanity. He's the most real person in or out of the public eye that I have ever met, and his generosity, kindness and recognition/action toward the plight of lesser fortunate individuals is truly inspiring. The fact he can still laugh and even function after the personal trials he has endured over the last year is awe inspiring at the very least.

/end of gush (for the next five days until the next concert anyway teehee)

D.

Pain

Is not my friend. Without going into a total whining spree here, I simply cannot stand the pain that is my right shoulder any more. It's been going on for nearly a year, off and on. Mostly on. I'm finally getting an ultrasound done on it in a couple weeks, and it's not a minute too soon. When you can't sleep through a night without waking up to pop Tylenol 3's every few hours, to hold off curling into the fetal position and sobbing uncontrollably, I believe there is a problem, Houston. When you can't even turn light switches on and off without cringing in agony, there is a problem. Self amputation is starting to look attractive. o_O

....back to a drug induced (hopefully) sleep....

D.

happy autumnal equinox

I love the autumn. I don't know if that's morbid of me to love the season where basically everything dies, but I come alive in the fall. I have this sense of contentment, security...my childhood was kind of lonely, so I spent a lot of time outside alone with my imagination, maybe it stems from that. I always loved reading stories about hallowe'en, harvest, that kind of thing also.

I'm finally feeling a little better for the last two days, knock wood. I hope it continues!

I absolutely HAVE to get at this painting for Tara's wedding gift today; I've procrastinated this last week, though in my defense I've felt like doggie doo. It's so beautiful outside it's hard to be stuck indoors for any period of time.

*sigh* back to work...