That was a nice run, right? Eight months remission? Oh, baby.

At least I can administer my own methylprednisone infusions. So sexy.

No, but what is sexy is the Colours Razorblade I ordered. Wheelchair users know what I mean, the rest of you are like “huh?” That’s all right. Super-short frame for little old me, super strength Twister wheels, bright green with black flame upholstery (because I am a GIRL and CARE about such things) and it’s as cute as a little button. Also like me. Natch.

The kids are lovely. Older one is working us hard for a nose peircing. I have no real urge to say no, since in my book it’s basically the same as the ears. I also think, to put it delicately, that the girl is going through puberty. She’s worried about her skin, she’s worried about her hair. She’s an emotional rollercoaster. If this makes her feel utterly fucking beautiful, if this is her way of feeling like the Queen of the May, I say why not.

The little guy is just fat and happy. As it should be.

The husband. The husband is more of less being subjected to a campaign of hostility and degradation at work. They’re pretty sure that the FMLA is something he invented, just to piss them off. He’s in the market and we’re keeping our fingers crossed.

Still Brewing is a Major Religion Post, or How I Stopped Humoring My Husband by Being a Practicing Catholic, Went Back to My Shinshu Temple, and Told Him he Could Come with Me or Do as he Liked. Which is not to say I am not a Christian, or even RC. Simply that I wasn’t before we married, and we agreed to try to integrate his Catholicism with my Jodo Shinshu and this has gotten us…. very Catholic for four years. I can’t do it like this anymore. I have such major problems with most Catholics that I know, that it’s reached the point where I seriously don’t think I can identify as one of them. Okay. Not starting inflammatory drama right now. Wait on the actually-thought-out post. Namu Amida Butsu.

So, to sum up, I’m un-remittant, fairly un-repentant, have a heplock in my arm and spiffy new Provigil prescription, as well as a whole big shiny new dose of Ambition, that I never had before, that I really want to talk about, since it put in its appearance just as my health went to shit. Should I post sexy infusion pics, like Jen used to?

Maybe. Watch this space.