I AM FINALLY GETTING A CHEST X-RAY AND ALSO BLOODWORK! 🙌 Wooooohooooooo!!! I am so old and decrepit I regard this as a major accomplishment.

I remember when winning an award or finishing my degree gave me the same sense of accomplishment.

It’s a bit sad but… how does it go? Life is what happens to us while we’re busy making other plans?

Yeah.

Accordingly, I felt a similar sense of accomplishment when I finally got my mom and dad diagnosed with the medical condition that would eventually kill them both because it was diagnosed too late/there is no cure…

oh.

That took a dark turn. Excuse me. I blame it on how I’m rereading and editing the poetry I used to write when in my 20s. For me, poetry is the vessel into which I pour my darkness.

And this blog is the vessel into which I pour my Kool-Aid.

Through Twitter I’ve met all these poets and holy cats I have been inspired.

At the same time, digging back into my poetry is like plugging my heart directly into the socket of my emotions and memory bank.

So I’m currently in better touch with a lot of stuff I kind of “forgot” about.

Art therapy is real.

In any case, my reconnection to all this other stuff which has been resurrected by motherflipping poetry has also awakened my love for Bauhaus.

It’s not like I ever stopped loving the band Bauhaus but I haven’t really dedicated a lot of time to them since becoming old and dedicating my time to feeling excited about acquiring the medical tests I’ve longed for.

At the same time, I would love to finally know what is wrong with me.

Because, besides my epilepsy, my body has been really been me-focused for the last month especially.

Therefore, YAY, I’m getting all the tests and it’s a bit overwhelming and also wonderful.

So it was time to dance it out to Bauhaus.

And what better place to dance it out while listening to Bauhaus than a basement.

My husband and I live in a second floor apartment, so sometimes I use our building’s basement to dance and listen to music.

There’s lots of space down there.

And plenty to look at.

For instance, I don’t know why there is rope hanging from the window at the far end.

And I don’t know why it looks like there is a manhole in the basement floor.

Or…

there:

Or why there is a tube going into the manhole cover.

Huh.

I’m also not exactly cool with the portion of the basement floor which has a dirt floor.

But the fact that there is a pile of loose dirt on top of the basement’s dirt floor which looks like something was casually buried there really does not please me.

I have no curiosity left in my bones. I will not be digging out whatever is apparently buried there.

Whatever it is has a nice home.

The buried-in-the-dirt-floor-of-our-building’s-basement object also appears to have a star-shape which I find interesting

but not interesting enough to grab the shovel.

Of course, I seem to have pareidolia.

For the sake of reference, pareidolia is “the tendency to incorrectly perceive stimulus as an object” though I take issue with how it’s generally assumed that the objects I and my weirdo comrades see aren’t really there.

After all, I’m not sure it’s wise to believe what psychiatrists and neurologists in the 1950s felt was possible or “real”. For instance, Klaus Conrad, the doctor who coined the phrase “apophenia” which is the tendency to mistakenly perceive connections and meaning between unrelated things, was a member off the Nazi Party.

I think these doctors were really overestimating some realities and underestimating others.

And so what if there really is an elfin face in my towel and it’s been doomed to spend eternity there (in my towel) for committing some dire crime against the elf community.

Don’t see the elf? Here…

If there is a cursed elf trapped in my bath towel it should know that it’s trapped in my favorite bath towel which was gifted to me by my dad years ago.

I’m sure the cursed elf really cares.

Back to the basement, it also looks like there is a sunfish elsewhere in the broken cement floor.

You have to see the sunfish or you really have no imagination whatsoever and probably are unable to comprehend this entire blog.

Now seeing shapes in the basement’s cement floor is similar to finding shapes in the clouds.

But if you’re playing the shapes-in-the-basement-floor game all the time and never the shapes-in-the-clouds-in-the-sky game, it’s probably time to realize you’re not living a great life if you haven’t already.

Unless you’re able to Life Is Beautiful your way through it.

If you are, then continue to find shapes in your cement sky, basement dweller.

Our building’s basement also has lovely art on its wall surfaces.

And then…

Also, why are there hangers suspended from/wedged into the walls?

It doesn’t matter.

The basement of our building isn’t spooky or threatening. It’s a very calm space.

Though it definitely looks like it had some previous gang activity and/or cult activity and it definitely also has some paranormal potential based on its appearance alone. Because of this, I did find myself looking over my shoulder, half-expecting some ghostly figure to descend the stairs behind me.

But of course no one did.

And therefore I was left to enjoy Bauhaus and dance around while I waited for laundry to be done.

I also had a companion: chair… and we were crowded by yet another random hanger who just had to feel involved.

Eventually, laundry was done and my two hours in the basement were over.

And I came up the stairs and felt refreshed and apparently looked like a banshee.

But I thought I looked really nice which just goes to show… dancing + music + creepy basements + getting domestic chores done = good photo.

This contrasts to the way I looked in yesterday’s virtual doctor visit which was more like:

I assume the way I looked on the screen is why my doctor went straight to ordering the bloodwork and x-ray.

“Excellent,” said I in reply.

Soooooooooooooooo now I have my ambulatory EEG results, my genetic testing results, my comprehensive bloodwork panel results and my chest x-ray results to look forward to.

Stay tuned for

POETRY

because things have the potential to get rather dark and I may be floating some poetry in the Kool-Aid.

And… if you noticed the change in tone of this blog it’s because:

So much to look forward to. 🖤

______________________________________________________________________________

Oh! And, ss long as you’re here, please check out my store where I sell my illustrations and copies of my ghostly storybook which I print and bind at home.

etsy.me/3holceC

My ghostly storybook is also available as an ebook through Amazon.

I’d love to insert links but I can’t as this is a free WordPress account so… you have to manually copy and paste the links into your browser…

Thank you for the support!!!!!!!!!!!