I started this new blog to have a place to talk about my illness and share my hobbies, yet here I am six months later, still struggling to find the words. My feelings regarding NMO are very complex and have a tendency to change rather frequently. I can begin composing a post and by the time I finish I realize that the end contradicts the beginning. For now, I'm not even going to attempt to express my thoughts since it likely wouldn't be coherent. I'm just happy my disease no longer occupies my mind every waking moment.
For the past few weeks Chai and I have been taking advantage of global warming by spending a little time outside. She runs wild in the yard multiple times a day but I hadn't been able to take her on a legitimate walk for over a year and a half. I can only manage a short trail and I'm not up to doing it every day but Chai seems to forgive me. It's incredibly sweet to watch her get excited when she realizes I've grabbed my keys without putting her in the kennel first.
After a couple of weeks of walks in the sun it finally rained a few days ago. We opted to skip the muddy trails and instead visited the beach yesterday. It was absolutely gorgeous and nearly deserted but for a few old men in their camouflage waders digging for clams. Somehow the air by the sea always manages to be thick with magic, even more so when the sun is shining down and it's just a girl and her dog against the world.
