All for one and one for all
Friday ended a week that felt like an avalanche of good and pesky things. My blood tests showed I’m creating antibodies that are both suppressing and boosting my thyroid – hence the Battle Royale that I’ve felt from the inside out. So my doctor has taken me off Synthroid to sort of flush out my system and start at Square One.
Meanwhile, last night we went to see a friend’s premiere of her documentary on immigrants in the U.S. and we also stepped into the Ogden to see a NOLA Photo exhibit where Epaul Julien was showing his work. The pieces he had in the show were recreations of Dutch masterpieces through a multicultural lens. The Girl with the Pearl Earring – Asian, Rembrandt’s artist an African American.
And so has been the theme of my week – two different images vying for the same spotlight.
Tin’s been moaning about his adoption birthday celebration, he doesn’t want it, so we are toning down the event. He’s been dealing with his identity as an African American child because he doesn’t understand it. I’ve been steeped in race and culture and parenting and I feel so bereft of core information that I’ve been swimming against the tide.
Work is piling up hand over fist. Tatjana is getting ready for her two weeks sojourn to Croatia. On and on this week has gone till when Friday arrived and I was sitting in the lab giving my blood I felt as if my insides and outsides are not on the same page.
I bought tickets to see the Dali Lama who is coming next May. I entered an application to present at a workshop in California for Waldorf.
Sometimes everything spins and that’s okay. Sometimes the odds are overwhelmingly stacked against you and yet you persist and start seeing twinkling lights at the end of your tunnel.
My wish is be off medication for good. Let’s see how the old jalopy handles the weeks ahead.