|Another example of what I don't look like|
And I woke up feeling sad. Sad that I am still dealing with cancer, and isolated in my body in dealing with it. There is plenty to be happy about, too, but the feelings this morning were bittersweet. Fall in San Francisco. You don't see it so much, but you very much feel it in your body, and everyone says they're tired. I'm not feeling so much tired as tired of.
I wonder if part of the reason for my apparently eternal equanimity and/or optimism could be Prozac. I take a very small amount, and every other day, but still. (Actually these days I'm mostly forgetting to take it. Hence the sadness?)
I still have a lump just above (anterior to) my wrist. The swelling's gone down and it hurts less, not sure I can be bothered to get it looked at.
|Anxiety, or a misplaced eyebrow?|
I added some important info about British usage of the word "cunt" to the end of this post if you want to get the latest...
Way fewer people read these updates than used to. Sometimes people apologize to me for not reading it. If you don't read this blog, you are not reading it right now. But just in case you are accidentally reading it right now, I want to let you know that I have no expectation whatsoever that you read this blog. It is 100% voluntarily.
So no need to apologize for not reading it, or not listening to a talk I posted, or not doing whatever. Everything is fine. Everything is voluntary. I'm still writing it for whomever wants to read it, and for myself.