My new doc has requested a second test. It's an offshoot of one I just had with different imaging added. Now. I'm not sure if I should laugh or cry because I don't see this ending well. Not the results, but the completion of the test itself. It involves balance, dexterity, speed, stamina and clear nasal passages. Lol, I'm not sure if I should fear what happens or laugh, figuring it'll make a good story. You think they'd provide a safety harness?
So I'm having this odd thing again. You know, the one with the push-pull. Sometimes I just want to go get lost in a city (not one I know) and blend. Blend so much that every face I see reminds me of nothing. Knowing I could do anything and it would never get back to anyone. No one to care what I say, wear, or do. Total detachment. Then I realize that I like to be a little away from that; to be able to escape to the lake or take a walk in the woods. I need to be able to go out and watch the duck babies or crudely identify birds. I'm not certain I'm ever going to find the blend of what I want. Thing is, if asked to give one up, I don't know what I would do - thats how closely meshed they are. Something tells me that one of those is a substitute for something else that is lacking in my life but since I can't identify it, it is coming out as being described that way. Hmm. Well, that's still no frickin' help to me.
Remember I told you about my little charge? The furry one. Well, he's 11 weeks now and I've managed to snap a photo of him. Might I say, that is a highly difficult thing to do because he never stops moving. I didn't bother cropping the photo - this is all you get. He's something else, though. And oh so entertaining. Still searching for a good home for him before he sucks up all my money. ;)
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