A late night for me. I'm watching "Bride of Frankenstein" after returning home from an uneventful Art Crawl on James St. My friends went to the Art Bar, but since my recent alcohol adventures I gave it a pass and decided to come home annd have a cup of Earl Grey tea.
It's been a week of me feeling very disappointed in my fellow human beings. All the foot dragging over CCSVI research and surgery, has me really bummed out. Even if I want to pay for the surgery I can't have it done here in North America. Slowly, one by one, every clinic, every doctor, has stopped doing testing and surgery, even private clinics. Will I really have to go overseas to have it done?
I guess I'm feeling crummy about it because my muscle spasms are back. They remind me that my MS is ALWAYS there, and will never go away. Oh how it does love to play games with me.
The week was also one of frustration with noise problems in my neighbourhood. Buck passing by all involved, including the politicans, who supposedly represent me and my fellow suffers of the constant racket by idiling trains, leaf blowers, and barking dogs. I'll spare you the details except to say that just because legally you are permitted to do something doesn't mean you should go crazy doing it.
Lastly: Wednesday evening I went for a pedicure. While I was there a women came in with her two daughters for their "make over". I mean seriously? Do ten and twelve year old girls, really need facials and manicures?