Sunday Snaps: A Week in Chronic Illness, Photo-Style

Crafting and Creating

I drew a pretty cool portrait this week. I'd share, but it all went to hell when I tried to do the hair. And, I'm not just being overly critical of my own work. It really did all go bad. I have some cool ideas for a new drawing, but I need some serious "hair" drawing practice first.

A little known "perk" (and sometimes drawback) to being sick, is that I have no eyebrows. None. Okay, a little bit. See? So, I don't have to pluck (hooray!). But, I do have to draw them in, if I want ANY. Thanks for not working properly, thyroid. I'm not being sarcastic; honestly, do you have to shave your pits? Because I don't, and it's fucking great.

That's not an eyebrow pencil, by the way; that's a drawing pencil. I suppose I could use it to draw in my brows; but, they'd look pretty weird. But, it's a close pic; so, it's a good of a time as any to share this additional bit of additional info about my sickies.

About 15 years ago, a friend of my mother's gave me the world's tackiest holiday wreath (the one above isn't it). Every year, Bryon and I pull it out of the box, hoping something horrible has happened to it. Somehow, it survives every move, despite how fragile it is. Holiday wreaths are expensive; well, the non-hideous ones are. So, I made one this year. The bow could use some work; but, it's not bad for less than $20 in supplies!

Thanksgiving

A few yeas back, I convinced Bryon that matching was the epitome of bonding. He thought it was lame; he was not wrong. However, our son wanted to wear matching shirts to something (I can't even remember what it was, now!); so, I convinced him to bend his personal rules of style (it's hard not to laugh at that - Bryon having style!). Now, we have tons of matching family shirts and PJs. This is our first matching couples thing, though.

Remember that disclaimer at the bottom of the page? This is pretty much an unfiltered look at chronic illness? Sometimes, it ain't pretty to look at. I look awful here, and the angle is not flattering to either one of us. But, this is marriage, and a good one. This is the end of the day on Thanksgiving, curled up on the couch, and too happy to move. Bryon's exhausted from cooking all day, and I'm just happy to snuggle him and watch TV. Orange splotch in the corner? The cat.

Getting Ready for Christmas!

Bryon's a stickler about putting up Christmas decorations; he refuses to put up anything until the day after Thanksgiving. We started with the tree. Gone are the days of putting up all the decorations at once. I used to bustle around the house with him, helping decorate every nook and cranny. I was so exhausted from helping with Thanksgiving (I only did the dishes because I felt great that day!), that I was couch-bound, all day. I didn't even put up a single ornament. It broke my heart a little. But, seeing my boys work together helped it heal.

Playing!

This is my boy's best impersonation of a tourist: baseball cap, pants that are too short (which you can't see in the pic), and a camera threaded through his belt. He's about to go to see some horses with our neighbor, who rides at a nearby stable.

Mommy got some business cards, and I gave Collin the first one, because he's the most important contact I'll ever have. He was so proud and excited that he put it right in his wallet, then promptly put his wallet under the couch; you know, for safe-keeping.

The boy is off school all week. I'm not sure why, but they have the entire week off, so he built the world's largest and inconveniently located fort. The center of the living room, buttressed by the couch is pretty annoying. But, I'm a good sport and let him leave it up for two full days. The cat found it distressing, as he fell through the thing twice, not understanding that the "ceiling" would not hold his weight, as he attempted to walk across.