I'm writing from radiology... Just drank 3 bottles of Barium Sulfate. Yum! Love my IV accessory too! This is my 2nd MRI, still on the hunt for captain "C"... Argh....
I did a Barium swallow once. I was intrigued by the weight of the cup...was not expecting it to be so heavy. Even more intriguing was watching the image of me swallowing it. And even more intriguing than that was the poo the next day!!! It was, by far, the oddest poo I had taken....EVER. Strange stuff that barium....
Anthony, you are gushing creative even with an IV in the back of your hand and a quest to crush the C. I have been inspired by your amazing portfolio, solemn mourning photo museum, slick photo booth that I could live in and now this gorgeous blog for your pursuit of good health. YOU ARE FREAKIN'AMAZING. I would love to buy you and Andrea a drink, health tonic, anything but barium. In fact, what is your address. I have something (healthy) in mind to send. Stay inspired and committed to health and life.
Just three years ago I was officially diagnosed with Cancer. Happy Cancerversary!!! But hey, guess what? I'm still alive and well... Fu*k you Cancer! If my next MRI at the end of March shows stable disease, I will have had no progression in 1 year (Currently 10.25 months stable). Every day that I can spend with my wife, my work, friends and family, I'm happy. Now... Here we come Europe! We leave Sunday for Switzerland and Italy (Photobooth business abroad!).
Raptores Tilt An animal. A bird. Or more precisely, a hawk. I forgot how to write. I forgot how to explain, expound, illustrate. I forgot how to breathe and it took me a long time to learn not to forget that "e". Not a breath but breathe; a very subtle yet easy mistake. That hawk... it came back today and perched on my fence. Maybe it was too aggressive a posture to be a perch? More accurately, it might be described as a murder-tilt, swift to push off and mangle the unlucky creature below. I imagined violent beak twitches deliberately crushing miniature bones, or whatever it is hawks do to kill their prey. I imagined bits of fine short fur airborne. I imagined a tiny little scream, loud and piercing.
Ambrotype - distressed. It has been repeated by many that 2020 has been the worst year ever. -As if the numerical designation of “2021” will magically make all things better. Certainly, 2020 had many trials and tribulations that have muted those of the past few decades. However, it is those very (2020) hardships that have allowed many to find their voice, find their meaning and reflect on the fragility of being alive. When viewed in that light, 2020 has been a bridge, albeit shaky, to discovering who we are in the midst of uncertainty. It is when we become comfortable that we stop breathing… stop being alive. If 2020 made you uncomfortable, be thankful that you were able to recognize that. (-Anthony Vizzari 12/31/2020)
Oh man... was that the only place they could get your IV in? That's annoying. At least it wasn't in your leg...
ReplyDeleteI did a Barium swallow once. I was intrigued by the weight of the cup...was not expecting it to be so heavy. Even more intriguing was watching the image of me swallowing it. And even more intriguing than that was the poo the next day!!! It was, by far, the oddest poo I had taken....EVER. Strange stuff that barium....
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ReplyDeleteAnthony, you are gushing creative even with an IV in the back of your hand and a quest to crush the C. I have been inspired by your amazing portfolio, solemn mourning photo museum, slick photo booth that I could live in and now this gorgeous blog for your pursuit of good health. YOU ARE FREAKIN'AMAZING. I would love to buy you and Andrea a drink, health tonic, anything but barium. In fact, what is your address. I have something (healthy) in mind to send. Stay inspired and committed to health and life.