I just wrote this to someone in an e-mail, after which I realized it would also make an appropriate blog post to let you all know how I'm doing:
If stress was an all-night buffet, I would have passed out in the
corner long ago.
People would come poke me to see if I was still alive, and I'd mutter
incoherent things about free crab cakes and chocolate tortes.
Meanwhile, a scorpion-thing would be crawling out of my ear, like that
one in the old Star Trek movie.
I imagine stress probably tastes like really strong lemonade where
someone forgot to add the sugar.
As for the actual real-life update, I can sum it up thusly:
My health issues continue to get worse, my mobility is worse than it's been in a long time, and I am still fighting to get on disability. If my lawyer can actually help this work out, I promise not to make any more lawyer jokes for a long, long time.