Only two more days in the Year of the Ox. Heart felt breath of relief. I hear that one is supposed to wear a different animal during one's year to aim bad luck away. Today I am wearing a dragon, grundoon's year. And I wore a dragon two days ago, a bike shirt with dragons all over it, when I had a very difficult conversation. It went well, sort of. No one yelled and no one was mean. But it is broken and I do not know if it will heal. It is not my decision.
Mass Mu is being difficult. I suppose that is the nature of disability insurance, that they do not want to pay me so they will not answer questions about what "own occupation" means. I don't know if it means I can't do ANY doctoring without losing the benefits. Which would be a bit sad, but whatever. I am doing lots of writing and studying PANS and all the long covid information. It does look like antibodies are the cause of long covid, chronic fatigue syndrome, fibromyalgia and probably many mental health disorders. Maybe all. I don't know yet.
I have accidentally found an editor. It's my doctor. She was the editor of some medical journal. She gave me good feedback on yesterday's covid piece. She was the one who told me about the fibromyalgia antibody. Then she complimented me on tying the different threads together. I am thrilled and amazed to accidentally have found an editor. I was wishing for one but it is entirely unexpected, from my perspective.
I am going to need a music outlet. I hid my guitar because of the dragon interaction. I hid it before that. He laughed about that. I said the guitar is sulking and he is not allowed to play it, it wants ME to play it. He says, "Ok, you win, you ARE weirder than me." He must not act stuff out with finger puppets and doll houses. The mom doll and the two children got in the car and left the house before our talk. They really needed to. The dad was being horrid and claiming that he is nice and perfect. My love interest also said he's low maintenance. I patted his arm and say, "In your dreams, dear." Then I laughed and gave an example: "After all, I had to not yell. I haven't yelled once." He looked a bit sour and agreed that I have not yelled once. Since last March. Ok, I yelled alone in my car last week, but that doesn't count.
Anyhow, the church doesn't want me back and I don't think he does either. My heart is broken, but well, that's my NORMAL after all. That is what I am used to and where I have been for most of 60 years.
I read my year of the Tiger horrorscope and sigh. It says that oxen will have love increase and perhaps even marry. Good luck. Not sure I would ever want that, now. Also that finances will improve tremendously. I hope that bit is true.
My parents were both born in the Year of the Tiger. My daughter is an Ox like me. My sister is a Dragon. The Chinese Restaurant placemats say "Dragons lead complicated lives". Oxen are reminded that even though they LOVE to work, not everyone else does, and we are supposed to be patient with others. I was born a metal Ox. Along with the 12 animals, there are also five elements that rotate: so it is a 60 year cycle. My daughter is a more prosperous and easier ox year.
My son is a Monkey. Quick and impatient with it. Violin was amazing for him, because when he got competative with a girl in his class who started playing two years before him, he practiced like a demon. And found that practice did it's work.
The gentleman friend is a Goat. Or Sheep. And I read today that the animals opposite one on the wheel are the MOST difficult to get along with. So by that measure, we have done very well.