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Bury me standing: The Gypsies and Their Journey Written by: Isabel Fonseca
“They travel endlessly and seem to appear almost everywhere, yet they are the world’s most mysterious people: Gypsies. Isabel Fonseca has done the impossible, entering into their world, living and traveling with Gypsies during several long trips to Eastern Europe, and she has brought back an insightful, highly personal, and very readable account of who the Gypsies are and how they live. The Gypsies have a legendary aversion to “gadje,” or outsiders, but Fonseca has lifted the curtain and written gracefully about their lives on the edge of society”- Amazon.com review.
Now, personally I think this is a good read. People often mistake this book as her generalizing. In fact, she is not. This is more of an ethnographic account of what she observed on her travels with this particular ‘band’ of gypsies. Nevertheless, it was worth reading and I found it most enjoyable.
I’ve been getting a few good glucose numbers and this is good. I’ve noticed that my body has started responding to normal glucose range as low considering most of my numbers are high. This means that I haven’t lost the war only a battle or two. I purchased out of pocket my testing supplies, which holy hell who knew they were so friggin expensive that is just ridiculous and started keeping track with an app on my iPhone.
Some more good news is that my girlfriend’s visit to Pa is getting closer and closer and we are both getting more excited. She has started a countdown. I believe we are at 7 weeks-ish. She’s better at that than I am. Im more of a woot! its almost time kinda girl. I’ve been thinking more and more about my move to Texas. Its become an unknown at this point. I was sure within the year but now not so much. I dont want to seem to excited for it because in order for me to go, someone I care about won’t be around anymore. It will be a bittersweet moment and I can’t help but dread and hope at the same time. (For the record, it does not make me a bad person to want this. It makes me want to live my own life, instead of for others.)
I’ve even started planning the smaller things out in my head of course. Like what flowers we’ll have in our garden and if my favorite veggies will grow in the heat.
Sam is looking pretty good. She had her last dose of meds last night and she is back to her same rambunctious self. She almost took down my curtains. Next up for her… Booster shots and getting her baby making factory shut down pre-production. (Couldn’t help but start singing the reproduction song from Grease 2 right now.)
All in all, I’m pretty ok emotionally at the moment. How long will that last is the question considering its bill time again and my OT was less than adequate this week. But, I guess it could be worse. I could be homeless and not have a job. So for now, no complaints and I will be back again another day. When I’m sure to have something incredible ridiculous to rant about.
Archimedes endured a tragic fate at the hands of drunken Roman soldiers. After forcing him to cut off and eat his own nose, they boiled him in oil.
This one is pretty small. Im still hanging in there on my lifestyle change. Things are working out pretty good. Im gonna be making a reduced sugar strawberry cake this weekend and im totally cutting corners. I’ll post the easy as 1-2-3 recipe this weekend. Anyone can make it. Now, I’m outta here its time to shove some food albeit healthy food into my cakehole!
A few days ago my 9 month old demon kitteh got out the back door and managed to get attacked by another cat. I should mention that she Sam is female and shes been going in and out of heat. Before people start flipping I already have the appointment to get her fixed… Anyway, She started getting listless, her hind legs were weak, she wouldn’t eat or drink and I knew it would be time for a vet visit.
I took her to our local town vet who shaved her back and discovered two puncture wounds and a fever of 106.6, and that is just dangerously high for any living creature. At this point I hadn’t slept for 24 hours and I was worried she was going to have to be put down. I was upset, she was upset it just wasn’t a good day. Finally we got things cleared up at the vet and after a lot of injections and a pill we were discharged.
Getting her home made me feel better but only for a brief period. She still refused to drink or eat, her temp was still up and she wouldn’t come out of her carrier. The vet prescribed a heavy duty controlled substance for her pain and it really did seem to help but not until the middle of that night. Having been up for over 36 hours I finally crashed. I had to run some errands yesterday but I couldn’t stop thinking that we were going to have to go back to the vet. She wasn’t getting better and if it was something more horrible I didn’t her to suffer no matter how much it would hurt, I couldn’t be that selfish and leave her like that. When I walked in from running errands she was out of the carrier, sitting on the bed. She was purring and didn’t seem to be herself but she wasn’t out of it either. She’s now eating and drinking and basking in the sunlight. Im pretty confident she is going to make a full recovery, thankfully.
My Bengal Sam