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Photo by Icons8 I was told- to my face- without any alternative tests being done, that all my results were bogus and that I could not possibly have brucellas abortus or Salmonella. Why?  Because. I. didn't. look. sick.  I didn't have a fever.  So what if my spleen was enlarged and my left kidney showed signs of infection, eh?  That's clearly nothing concerning. Well, after TWENTY ONE days of antibiotic treatment- prescribed by a real infectologist (internist) who wasn't inconvenienced by a patient seeking help- I finally feel like a functional person.  So.... Why be an ass? Why go there?  Because every time I think on that occasion, I curse the man.  And yeah, it was a man.  Weeks of already trying to disprove this that and the other had already passed and was still in no way better.  I almost cried in his office. I wasn't about to fight with a man who didn't even want to hear out my case as soon as I sat down.  I mean, I'm sorry for ho...

First, the good news: Human and I went to the nation's capital, not to engage with the swaths of costumed merry-making students over-running the streets, but to find out more information about another video portrait. I cannot talk even talk about it yet. Things are super exciting and we haven't even started! We are already coming up with ideas to experiment with as the work gets going.  Being in DC during the fall, I am grateful for hotel rooms that can be heated to 80f  / 26c degrees with hot water that you don't have to wait 20 minutes for. Pseudo-graffiti marks on the wall of my room won't endear a place to my heart as much as a stellar heating/ cooling system. And good wifi. But enough about hotels.  My year long illness gave me no quarter during my trip. With enough coffee and will, I  managed to walk the mall and up down, and around the Lincoln Memorial. The memorial is, oddly enough, fun and romantic, as well as inspiring and, well, heartbreaking too. peo...