Have a donut. From my thighs to yours.

2005-06-08 9:08 p.m.

I went back to work today after being out of the office for nearly a month. I brought with me two boxes of Krispy Kreme Apology Donuts for everyone who had to take one of my files while I was gone. My plant was almost dead but other than that, everything looked the same, just less files. I'm only doing half days in the office until I'm stronger. The idea is that I spend the afternoons working from the comfort of my own couch. Unfortunately, this afternoon I took a three hour nap and got nothing done. Oh well, there's always this weekend. It was nice seeing my coworkers and hearing them say sweet things to me. It's cool knowing that the people I work with actually like me.

The left side of my face is 50% better and I think the right side is back to 100%. I'm no longer spilling drinks or slurring my speech. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I'll just continue to get healthier and healthier. I'm waiting until I'm done with the steroids and paralysis before I go in and get the lip biopsy done for the possible Sjogren's diagnosis. I guess they cut out some of your salivary glands and see if they're filled with lymphocytes (white blood cells). The ENT told me it's a tiny incision and they numb you up before they cut you but I'm still chicken. Ouch.

Summer storage.

2005-06-07 9:58 p.m.

Summer Storage
Originally uploaded by Kungfukitten.

I heard the sound of ripping cardboard and some scrambling. "Loki?" I called. "Meow?" came from the laundry room. When I turned on the light I found him on the top shelf stuffed into this tiny box. I still don't know exactly how he got up there.

Mobility.

2005-06-06 4:01 p.m.

"I saw your cheek move," she says from across the room. I think it's just wishful thinking or she's trying to make her husband's acupuncture seem good but I find out that it's true.

I stare at myself in the mirror and by a sheer force of will - can make my left cheek pull back towards my ear. I try a tight lipped smile and the left corner curls ever so slightly. I lift my eyebrows up high together, like I'm surprised, and the left one follows. The creases on my brow are smoother but there's movement. I take my right hand and smash it down on the right side of my face, holding it completely still and work the muscles on the left side, seeing what I can move, making sure that I'm not imagining all of this.

Then I notice that my brows are a little messy. I pluck obsessively until I look like I've been stung by a thousand bees. I may be paralyzed but I'm still vain. And for the record, comments are turned back on for everyone.

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