Be the day when everything falls into place, my legal stuff all falls into place, the tribunal goes through and I win. ( Again) My various orders all ariive in super quick without waiting around for bloody ages and someone else does the cooking, cleaning and all that other stuff. It would also be nice to think that this would also be the time when my talents as an artist are recognised, I have finished writing the several books that are quietly fermenting away in the back ground and they too have been published. That would also be the day when this almost intolerable discomfort that runs through my face finally dissipates and I no longer have the constant sensation of a large caterpillar crawling around under my skin. Nor are there meat hooks, red hot ones seeming like they are pulling my face over the back of my head. In short I would like to be rid of the Trigeminal Neuralgia which has been my constant companion for the better part of 20 years now.
In saying all of that we have to be careful about what we wish or ask for. Sometimes this can lead to very awkward situations that can be worse than what we have left behind. Nature abhors a vacuum, so what would come along to replace the thing we have let go of? The operation requires a surgeon to cut a hole around the back of my ear and fish around inside my head with a balloon catheter and one imagines a pair of tweezers. The very idea makes me want to run a mile, actually having it done, makes me want to run three. That it can come back at any given time, does no favours and suddenly it seems the condition itself is NOT THAT BAD. I cannot feel the Caterpillar bustling back and forth with my hand, only the sensation of it and I have never. ( To the best of my knowledge) Ever had a red hot meat hook inserted into my flesh, let alone my face.
There are probably several more things I could add to here. But again they are part of my personality and I have had them all my life. What would it be like without them? Like learning to walk, talk, read and write again Imagine what hardship that would mean, the opportunities lost. As beneficial as it may seem, it is not worth the hassle. For everything else there is hard work, recognition of self, settling down and applying ones life skills and those little gifts the universe has provided, to make the best of the hand of cards you have been given.
I would like to add a better understanding of punctuation, to that mentioned at the top of this entry.
The musings of a professionally confused artist 
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