Couldn't take being cooped-up in the house anymore. Grabbed a few cameras... and headed out to capture "something".
Took my Polaroid 250 packfilm camera to St. Greg's Church. Had three exposure's of Fujifilm FP-3000B Professional left... but lost two due to a sticky shutter. This is the only shot I managed to fire-off and capture.
Sometimes I feel as if I'm playing an involuntary game of chess.
Several weeks ago after a routine blood test my doctor told me I needed to go to a gastroenterologist because my liver levels were elevated. So I did.
The new doctor ordered more detailed blood-work... and an ultrasound. The test results came in, and the doctor told me I needed to come in ASAP.
So today I went back... and was told that my liver levels are four-times higher than the maximum level they'd feel would be "safe". He's ordering more blood-work and a liver biopsy to asses any damage.
On top of all of that I've been having squeezing chest pains in my heart since late last week, which get worse when I exert myself. This prevented me from participating in the AIDS Walk NY this past Sunday... which is something I'd been looking forward to for a year now. After a block or two of walking around the city the squeezing would be intense and I'd have to rest. I was useless... and thought I was going to end up in the hospital.
Today - immediately after being told about the liver issues and the need for a biopsy, my primary doctor told me I needed to be in the hospital for my heart... but I refused, because I'm already having a shitty day and don't want to deal with the ER on top of everything else. So I agreed to come in to see him early next week... and promised to go to the hospital if the pain gets worse in the meantime.
So I went to Molten Java to sip on some coffee and have an internal conversation and struggle with myself. I feel like I'm stuck in a chess game... having to move my King every turn... trying to avoid the inevitable...
On our way home after a wonderful dinner, we pull off at the corner of West Street and Division Street so I can capture the reflection-glow of the giant colorful handprint lights on the side of the Danbury Family & Children's Aid building... reflecting in the puddles of the parking lot.
Driving on Route 7 on Mother's Day... Fleetwood Mack's "Rhiannon" playing on the car stereo, as we sing along. Suddenly we pass a store called "Rhiannon's"... and - deeming it to be fate, we quickly turn around and stop in to what turns out to be a very awesome vintage clothing shop.
And it is there that Holly finds this awesome 1970s red dress... which I insist she gets.
I bought an equalizer for a buck at a tag sale today.
It has all-sorts of sliders and switches and knobs and buttons and lights on it.
I don't plan on using it for anything sound-related though. Actually... I don't even think it works. I just love things with lots of sliders and switches and knobs and buttons and lights on them. I'll probably use this - along with a bunch of other old electronics I have - for some sort of art-project-creation-type-thingy.
Whatever I create with it... I'll make sure it goes up to "11".
I joke about liking pink. Whenever someone asks me what color I want something to be, I respond "pink". I've learned that this can be a dangerous thing, however. Recently I've ended up with pink pens, pink post-it notes and pink potholders as a result.
Thus the photo... which is the result of me being bored at work, and playing around with said pink post-its.
The truth, however, is that pink is my least-favorite color for things.