Ok, I don't know that I'm going to get to the poetry this week. But I'm still thinking about it at least. It's just been very busy.

In good news, my counselor is back to work now. After being told that she was not having seizures, even though a good many people have seen her actually have them, they finally figured out that she was indeed having seizures. Apparently it's a very rare form of them that is not easily identifiable. But at least she's back now.

It's amazing to me that with all the advanced technology and a test for every kind of ailment contractable, that it took them so long to find it. I think at one point, the doctor said "You aren't having seizures." and she said "So, what do you call it when you black out, can't control the motion of your arms and legs, and lay there and shake and flail about?" Good question. Really, how would one explain that, if not by the definition of a seizure.

With the end of the year coming up, work is going a little strangely. Very, ridiculously busy one minute and then nothing at all to do the next. /sigh oh well... such is life.