Action shot of the Remicade flowing through my tiny little veins. (This is a fact, I have little veins, they are difficult to stab. Side note: Today I learned that my temperature runs a little hotter than your average citizen of the earth. In Twilight this would make me a werewolf, so I'm waiting to go through that change. I'll keep you abreast of the situation).
Left handed photographers I sing your praises. Never before had I realized the pains you suffer for your craft, my hats off to you sirs and mams. How do you do it? Life really just isn't fair, I won't take be right handed for granted again, until, you know, I get my right hand back and I forgot all about your troubles, suckers.
Welcome to cribs Georgetown Hospital edition, it's where all the magic happens for sure, I can't even tell you about the crazy times I've had here. That chair? It's seen some things...if faux-leather upholstery could talk.....
Pretty intense action shot, it was hard to capture such a fast moving subject but being such a great photographer I persevered.
Entertainment for the day. List of things I am thankful for:
1. Novel length September issues
2. Magazines that come out in September and are long
3. Floppy, large, glossy-paged novel-like objects that are released around September
How good would this thing look bedazzled? I'm tempted.
So happy to be here in the infusion center.
And thus concludes my first experience with Remicade. All and all certainly not the worst experience in my life, just a pain too sit in a hospital for a couple of hours every few weeks. I would like to note that there was a wandering minstrel (aka volunteer violin player) making rounds in the unit.
I busted free of the hospital walls around 3:00 and was staaarrving so my Mom and I took refuge in a lovely little restaurant called Clydes. It was their 47th happy birthday, snaps for Clydes.
Found this flower growing up on it's lonesome on a side street in Georgetown.
What I'm working today
In other news, I'm absolutely in love with this song by Ben Folds and Regina Spektor. I challenge you to listen to it without dancing, extra points if you can listen in the shower and not dance, it's the perfect song for sudsin' up.