The Lizard Chronicles

Some of this is true. Some of this is better. –Too Much Joy

Insomnia April 6, 2018

Filed under: Life tales,Poetry — lizardesque @ 11:36 am
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Three thirty A.M.

I might as well break my brain

Read Stephen Hawking

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Grow, Fuzz, Grow! March 30, 2018

Filed under: cancer,Life tales,Music — lizardesque @ 11:55 am
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Sung to the tune of “Go, Cubs, Go!” by Steve Goodman

 

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Having cancer sucks a lot

And I didn’t even get medical pot

Chemo made my hair fall out

But now I’m seeing something sprout

 

And I’m singin’

Grow, fuzz, grow!

Grow, fuzz, grow!

Hey, follicles, whaddya say?

We’re gonna grow some hair today!

 

I’ve got hats and a wig to wear

But they just can’t match my own hair

I make do, but still I yearn

I just can’t wait ’til it returns

 

And I’m singin’

Grow, fuzz, grow!

Grow, fuzz, grow!

Hey, follicles, whaddya say?

We’re gonna grow some hair today!

 

There’s more to life than having tresses

But being bald sometimes depresses

So, come on, scalp, I’ll clap and cheer

Come on, make more hair appear!

 

And I’m singin’

Grow, fuzz, grow!

Grow, fuzz, grow!

Hey, follicles, whaddya say?

We’re gonna grow some hair today!

 

Grow, fuzz, grow!

Grow, fuzz, grow!

Hey, follicles, whaddya say?

We’re gonna grow some hair today!

 

Come Back to Me March 16, 2018

Filed under: cancer,Life tales — lizardesque @ 5:57 pm
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I took you for granted, and I’m sorry. I hope you realize that I always loved you, even when I complained that you just wouldn’t cooperate. I know I was hard on you. I should have been more understanding. Everyone has bad days now and then. The good days far outweighed the bad in your case. I should have appreciated that more than I did, rather than focusing on those few times when I just couldn’t deal with you. I guess I was frustrated because I cared for you and nurtured you the best I could, but sometimes you just did whatever you wanted, refusing to meet me even halfway. Still, I had it so good with you, and it took the threat of your leaving for me to realize that. By then it was too late. I savored our last days together, sadly knowing there was nothing I could do to make you stay.

 

You can’t possibly know how much I miss you—not just for your beauty but for your warmth, your soft embrace, the way you protected me, both physically and emotionally. Anything else is a poor substitute. I’ve managed to go on without you, but truly, I’m not myself. My very identity was intertwined with you, and although I’ve tried various ways to cover it up, it’s painfully obvious that there’s something missing in my life.

 

I hate that you had to leave, but I understand why. It was a toxic situation, and you had to get out of it. Things won’t be like this forever, though. I know you need time, but I have faith you’ll return. I’m not going to make empty promises and say that when you do come back, everything will be perfect. What I can tell you, though, is that when I see you again, I will rejoice. I will cherish you—every last strand of you, even the grey ones.

 

Strange Things March 7, 2018

Filed under: Life tales,Poetry,Writing — lizardesque @ 7:45 pm
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Baldness and nosebleeds

Is telekinesis next?

Who wants an Eggo?

 

My Side Effects Have Side Effects January 25, 2018

Filed under: cancer,Poetry,Uncategorized — lizardesque @ 3:42 pm
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Prescription hand cream

Smells like dry-erase markers

Hand-foot syndrome blues

 

Side Effect #546 (or I Miss Flavor) January 24, 2018

Filed under: cancer,Poetry — lizardesque @ 11:44 am
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Miscellaneous

Chemical taste in my mouth

Tongue feeling fuzzy

 

Positive Mental Attitude January 21, 2018

Filed under: cancer,Poetry — lizardesque @ 9:47 am
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Post-chemo mind haze

Vision: flaming undead bears

Defeating tumor