I wish I'd thought that one up. I think that it is hilarious. But no-my friend in New York emailed me to say that one of the newspapers had this as its headline. Only the Trumpty Dumpty part. I added the rest. Didn't he fall flat on his posterior!! Not far enough, sadly.
It has been that kind of a week-or two. First, Election Day, when everyone here (and home) was terribly worried that the media would be right, in gleefully predicting that the Democrats would be annihilated in the midterm elections. So much for their powers of clairvoyance. And a big sigh for me, because we at least won the Senate. So people here who deride Americans (mainly because of Trump) can eat their words. Their credibility went down the crapper (a good, descriptive British colloquial term) with Liz Truss, who managed to severely mangle the UK economy in just 49 days. That must be a record.
We've had a huge amount of rain since I last wrote-and the resulting vertigo made me realize just how much I have to go before I can regain some sense of a balance system. I say that I can; the neurologists say that I've come as far as I possibly can, and that I've done really well to get this far. Sure; it's only taken me 12 1/2 years. Maybe I'm completely bonkers to even contemplate any further recovery-but perhaps I'm either a pessimistic optimist or an optimistic pessimist. I truly believe that I can do more. I'll let you know, that's for sure.
Somehow-somewhere-lurks a suspicion (even if it could be wishful thinking) that scientists don't know enough about the human brain to be able to definitively say that there's no way back from vestibular destruction. Okay, the entire mechanism was destroyed (thanks, Barts) but who is to say that other parts of the brain aren't able to take over and deliver something resembling a healthy vestibular system? All the specialists are telling me that it's impossible. And I won't have it. Very few things are impossible.
I saw my immunologist on Wednesday. If you've been following this for awhile, you'll know that I've got hereditary CVID. So I was born without a functioning immune system. And if someone somewhere hadn't done the research to discover that regular infusions of antibodies (antibody replacement) will provide a baseline immune system (baseline. Not fully functional) and that patients can live longer.
My point? My doc told me that I'm somewhat of a walking miracle, considering all the physical things that have gone wrong in my life. I said that I'm too obstinate to just roll over and expire. Not my time yet. And if I can successfully beat the odds and still keep going, so can anyone else.
Next Thursday is Thanksgiving. I'll be celebrating. Once I stop moaning and groaning about things that I can't change (like the climate, and Ukraine, and the cost of living crisis that we're all in the middle of experiencing), I'm mentally making a list of the things about which I can be very, very grateful. Who knew that this list would be far longer than the other one?
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