...and then you ran through traffic and came out unscathed. 'Cause you're auto-immune!

Hur, hur, hur. My friend made that joke the other day and I decided it was the best thing ever. Now I tell it to everyone.

I recognize that I am utter fail at updating this blog now that school's gotten underway. It's not actually that I don't have thirty minutes to type things up, it is more that I have trouble finding brain power with which I can make coherent sentences. Regardless, the people who follow this blog probably have, you know, lives, so I'm not apologizing too heartily.

Anyway, things! I did the Cleveland lupus walk on Saturday which was a psychologically confusing experience. While I'm fairly open now about the fact that I HAVE lupus (I mean, I tell people, when appropriate circumstances arise, with the exception of employers and professors, who I only tell when absolutely necessary) but I am not over the roof about open displays of lupieness which has not ALL that much to do with the disease itself...I generally don't like branding myself too heartily or allying myself publicly with things.

But I got this hoodie. Oh my goodness, this hoodie. It is mortifyingly green (matches my sheets perfectly! I've already lost it three times on my bed.)and says "walk for lupus now" on one side. I got it for raising more than $100 in donations but it is just too comfortable not to wear, even though I feel really REALLY weird about wearing it.

I also got a hat. Actually, it was kind of funny because when I first got there i thought "this is so weird, you cannot tell AT ALL who here is a patient and who is supporting/family/friend/etc. There is just practically no way to tell." But then I went to get my hoodie and they looked at their list and back up at me and said "Oh, you're a patient? You get a hat. Go get your hat." At first I thought it was a pity hat but no! It was a "THESE ARE THE LUPIES" hat.

Actually it was probably neither. Or both. I just amused myself with this concept for a while.

Regardless, in a painful irony, walking 5k busted up my left leg so I am Le Hobbler now. It's so odd, my foot where i had surgery is going batshit but I can't walk on the side of my foot to avoid my toe because then my knee cracks, and my hip is just...don't even talk to me about my hip. Stupid leg. Luckily no matter how slowly I cross the street I'll never get hit! Because I'm auto......

Okay. I'm done.
Next time: Submissions from hell, including Pooky the cat.