The Orange Cat, or Why Sometimes You Can’t Be Positive

I try to think positive, I really do! My brother doesn’t believe me, he tells me I’m negative and cynical.

And I said maybe he’d be negative and cynical too if there was something eating his brain, so maybe I’m not really so positive as I hope.

I’ve been thinking a lot about this cat lately

^that cat.

Continuing on, I’ve been thinking a lot about the cat. Last year I spent a very long time (sigh) chasing around that cat in a graveyard in Paris just to get the perfect picture (possibly achieved up there).

Today I spent a beautiful summer day in the ER, which basically concluded in them giving me a very high dose of advil and saying sometimes people with MS just have pain. 

Here comes the return of the list:

Facts of today: 

1. I don’t want to be a person with MS

2. I don’t want to just have pain

3. I had decided that my choices for the day were to go to the gym or to go to the ER and find out why I was having severe chest pains, and I should have really chosen the gym

4. Today I am not an optimist

And so I wonder if there will be more days chasing an orange cat around a rainy cemetery in Paris, just to get that one perfect picture. Probably, because I’m not in a wheelchair, and my condition isn’t that bad, but some days it just doesn’t seem like it. 

Sorry, that was a long rant. See ya, everybody 🙂 

Epic. Nursing. Fail.

more to follow when I’m less annoyed about nurses and their epic fail tendencies. But I swear, I’m usually a positive person! I’m going to think happy thoughts about flowers and springtime (which has yet to arrive in Connecticut really, other than some random daffodils looking cold and lonely outside the science center)….