Looking forward to things.

I'm kind of pretty disheartened by the increasing acumen in matters of every thing which I seem to be losing ground on, because it is like a battle, to have conquered Hepatitis B at age twenty by injecting myself with Interferon, to have moved from a cityside countryside urban and flora fauna'd jungle seascape in another country and defeat Dengue fever and Bronchitis, to not even let a mental illness diagnosis and other nasty affairs beat me down, just to be confirming that Epilepsy is degenerative, perhaps, even if you can read tons of books and learn lots of languages to Beat. It. Off. My. Lovely brain, with a prayer stick, if you will.

No schtick.

But,

People do get told after a Lupus diagnosis that they might die in two weeks to two months.

I'm going on ten years. I've ran a marathon. I am a simply sweet, sometimes overly shy social godess (Ha! Ha.) and I want to know martial arts, mixed as the results are (Misogyny means rape) when it comes to the supposed stronger sex, when they see a good, strong woman wailing on a punching bag, and.

I don't wanna die. I'm glad I'm still here.

Still, the refrain seems to be to go with Summertime, "Oh, Lord. Troubles so hard."