But that's not something that I'm looking forward to . . . well, maybe

So, as my "New Year's" looms closer, I am taking a good, long look at what is going on in my life at present.

This week alone I have broken the three center toes on my right foot and had my (oversized) gloved hand attacked by one of the semi-feral barn cats, leaving me with some nasty puncture wounds and a whole lotta swellin' goin' on.

I am calling Friday my new New Year. It will be one year to the day since I woke up with the left side of my body shrivelled and withered with dystonia, caused by an allergic reaction to lisinopril. It left me with constant vertigo and balance issues, thanks to vestibular neuronitis and nystagmus of the left eye. And, it also left me with more than a trifling of fear.

It was on Thursday, April 8, 2010 that I found out I had celiac. Potentially harmful but controllable if I do not ingest gluten. The control is just all-encompassing and pretty brutal. It was due to this celiac discovery that I changed medications. The one I was on was on the X-list AND not gluten free. The new medication, lisinopril, was GF approved. I just had no idea what two doses of it would do to my body and my following year. And, one week later on April 15, I found out.

So, for a while there, I was afraid of Thursdays. But, I fought hard for my year and my health. My sanity, too, come to think of it. And a change of doctors truly helped. I know - I thought being married to a surgeon, I would no longer have to go to a doctor. Turns out, surgeons have to cut you up to figure out what's up. Usually. He is very handy with sprains, preventing infection, and general medical trivia. But, I have always said I enjoy being married to a doctor (although I was more excited he was rock star!) because I am so accident-prone, I need a private physician. He, however, jokingly reminds me of how it ended for the wheelchaired evildoer in "Hannibal".

For this reason, I refuse to have pigs on our farm!

But, all of this rhetoric is yet another example of how I am living in the 'wrong moment' currently. All of, or most of, my recent accidents have been preventable with an ounce of prevention. I am going to face my New Year with new found hope and an even more attentive ear to my inner voice.

It's there . . . "life" has just been drowning it out lately.

So, c'mon, April 15th! I await you with a hint of trepidation, but a heap of excitement, too!