New Month, New Me

Yup, I've been off the Mac for a while. I've decided to take matters into my own hands and go on the guaifenesin protocol. That's the ingredient in most cough medicines and now currently in Mucinex. You know, that horrible ad with those ugly snot monsters dancing around that guy's sinuses? Well, the stuff is starting to work wonders on my fibromyalgia, which is steadily getting worse. I've been working with my doctor who's switched my meds yet again, so I figured Why Not?

It's summer and I have no intention of staying in bed like a damned invalid. I'm 34, not 94. For chrissakes, this has to END! Yes, RD and I were always fond of saying It Just Doesn't End, but I'm going to make it end, kiddies. There's no good reason I should feel this tired, this much in pain for any reason whatsoever.

The job market's picking up, too. Lotsa offers, and Simon & Schuster has me still in the running. That's good. A design company wants me Monday and today, I'm visiting a friend over at Broadway staffing inside King Kong's playground, a/k/a The Empire State building. Pinochet's ready to pop, the temp is working out, and if karma has any say in her ultimate demise, I'll be leaving at the same time she is. That would sock 'em right between the eyes. I'm not giving up no matter what.

Barbaro's doing better, I'm happy to report. Prado, his jockey, visited him in the stall the other day with baby carrots and the cast is holding up fine. Miracles can and do happen.

Yesterday marked the fifth anniversary of my dad's death and I did not mope, moan, wail, scream or cry. That's progress. I did watch Amelie, an adorabe french film. It made me feel better. It's about a dreamer who learns to take risks and transforms the people around her. Sounds like someone I wanna be.

Tomorrow I help out at the ISI competition at SkyRink and spend the day in my element.

Things are looking up, kiddies. They really are. Now if I could get Dexter away from the window so he could blog. He's been soooo lazy!!!