Whoa! The Whole30 book said I would dream about food right around this day in the program, but I didn’t think it would pertain to me!Read More »
Today, I had ONE less meal and I didn’t even notice! How is that possible? Maybe it was this dream:
One year. It’s been one year since I moved out west. Okay, so truth be told, I moved into my first apartment on November 8th but I’d rather not be linked to that day for obvious reasons. No, November 6th was the first day I laid my head down in California.
It appears that late October/ early November is a time of great change for me. Four years ago, I was shooting The Tale of the Three Brothers and simultaneously realizing that my marriage was over. Two years ago, I quit my longtime job at EMMC and began at Verizon. And last year, I moved across the country in pursuit of my future.
I’ve never had dreams about Los Angeles since moving here, but I had my first one this morning. A way to make ends meet down here is to work the grind of audience casting. My friend, Kevin, does this and he’s taught me a lot about it (considering I used to go to audience gigs inadvertently for free).
So it’s no surprise that my first dream of Los Angeles was in this setting. I was a member of a four-person pub trivia team for a televised game show. Here, we all answered a series of questions on a sheet of paper, and then we’d hand in our answers to a host very similar to Alex Trebek.
I wrote a post yesterday about working through a depression regarding my financial & creative funks. The response was overwhelming, to say the least– well, on Facebook; I can’t for the life of me figure out how to get people to comment directly through WordPress. I wrote a post about the nurses’ strike one time that elicited several comments, but that’s about it.
The reason for the follow-up is that I wanted to demonstrate the effect that these responses can have on an individual experiencing such a low. We all scroll through Facebook and ‘Like’ or ‘Haha’ or ‘Sad’ or ‘Wow!’ a post about kittens and Trump, but we rarely talk to each other and never ask how anyone else is doing.
It’s that time of year again (or rather it’s long overdue)! Where I take my favorite films of the year, and arbitrarily order them to my liking for all of you to read. I’m quite needy, right? Not only that, but they’re never as easy as one might expect them to be, and 2016 was no exception.
Once again, like the Top 15 of 2015, this list is a collection derived from both the caliber of the films and how they impacted me on a personal level.
We Need Movies video with elaboration and additional points here!
So naturally, there will be some surprises. But first–Read More »
Chapter 35: “Trivial Preoccupations”
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The New Year was here, my fungal infection was officially gone, and I was on the fourth treatment of six. Things were going great, as long as I kept myself preoccupied as much as possible.
TV did the trick for some of the day, as the usual Price is Right, Friends, Wheel/Jeopardy schedule couldn’t be broken, but I had to find creative ways to fill the rest– Aw, who am I kidding?! I had a freaking Gamecube now!
Chapter 24: Drugs or Me?
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Being so skinny and weak resulted in the necessity of myriad medications to counteract the poison. Aside from the Marinol I was taking to regain my hunger (and for no other reason, I swear!), I was on a slew of regular meds. Because of my long-standing poor choices in regards to eating habits, I was on a course of Prilosec for the time being. It didn’t help that my stomach cells were the most affected by the ravage of chemotherapy.
Then my cocktail continued, as not only did I have the aforementioned “Super Weed” pill when I needed to eat, but I also possessed a revolving door of nausea blockers and relaxants: Dramamine, Kytril, Zofran, and Ativan. I never had them all together, as that would be ludicrous, but I might as well have; because these miracle drugs allowed me moments of normalcy in this weakened, sickly state.
I haven’t been dreaming like I used to in quite a while. I think I’m getting too much sleep. Yes, that sounds backwards but hear me out.
When I used to enjoy more of the day, you know when I worked earlier and exerted myself more physically, when I fell asleep, I hit hard.Read More »