Alejandra Pizarnik, Odsłona 

Ktoś chciał otworzyć drzwi. Jego dłonie w bólu

podchwycone w więzieniu kości złej przepowiedni.

Noc całą sprzeciwiał się swemu nowemu mrokowi.

Deszcz padał w środku poranka i dręczyły go 

płaczki. 

Dzieciństwo błagania wznosi z mych krypty nocy.

Muzyka wyraża proste barwy.

Ptaki szare o poranku przy oknie zamkniętym są 

tym, czym wiersz dla mych niedoli.

Tłum. Mieszko A. Kardyni, Paweł Rogoziński

Wheee... there are two Maine Coone cats roaming the hospital grounds :D I was lucky and got to pet one of them.

Also, they found out I have sleep apnoa and because of that I'm always sleepy and it most likely also influences my mood. But I won't be able to get treatment until September :( And they're putting electromagnetic fields in my brain to activate areas of the brain that are usually less active in people with depression.

Still, I only feel a little better, but who knows what's to come?

Sidenote: Of course Dexter has urinary trouble while I'm at the hospital. I was able to take him to the vet this morning, he's gotten better after some antibiotics and painkiller. My husband is now in charge of giving him his medication. I don't need to tell you about getting pills into cats, do I? Read More »