Five more postcards, snuck in between medical appointments

Yes, a horrid week, and I am recovering tonight from a seizure I had IN the doctor’s overheated office. The postcards go on! The more it seems I have so little control over my life, the more I like being able to write to people knowing that while they may not get it today, they will get this tangible and colourful keepsake to let them know that I thought about them.
And honestly, on days like today where I will wake up to a house full of Seating Specialists and Physical Therapist followed by a horde of Nurses from different agencies all “Determining” how they are ‘willing’ to let me be cared for without anyone except me being ‘liable.’ It is worth staying up past 1:00 am to get these five post cards done. Because thinking about others, about what some one else might needs IS a break from the banging on the medical doors. So, no, not ten or twenty postcards, but I did write and finish five more postcards. So it seems, I am not doing the project in a big, giant way, but rather in the way that people with chronic disabilities can, from time stolen between medical tests and illnesses; energy used when it is there, and the location prepared for when time and energy come together.

I hope for at least ten tomorrow, but I will do what I can, and that will be that. Day by day, does the project go.