Friday

Snuggled up, in my bed with the curtains pulled, I know it's dark outside. The early light is shining, but the clouds and mist are hiding it.
I woke up in the middle of the night and I fell back to sleep sometime a few few hours later. It was still Friday.
Today I seem to feel a little bit better today. I'm feeling some of the nervous energy that says "come on... Let's get something moving .. It's been days you've been sick and done nothing." how do I respond to that? Do I get a move on? Or, do I take it easy for one more day?
I decided I can wait for one more day. "baby steps," a good friend of mine said. I think she is right. There is no sense in rushing, just to end up getting sick again. I don't want to get sick like this again. I've been sick.. But this was crazy for a few days, leaving me as weak as a lamb.
And so it's Friday. I figure there is no reason I can't take care of a few creative ideas from right here. Safe and sound. Giving my poor body one more day of food and rest. Then next week I can catch up with all the things I couldn't do this week. Maybe it may take two weeks... That's ok.
I am so blessed to be here. To have what to do, and a worth while project to work on. The "Stem Cell," project is a calling and one that I hope will make a difference in the lives of those going through this traumatic time in their lives. It has become my joy, my passion, my love and my life. I believe I was born for this. It's a new beginning. It's a new life. Hoping for a healthy world!


Always,
Tammy

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Minute By Minute

This week has been trying to say the least. I don't know why or why I became so sick, but boy was I! This morning I feel a bit better, good enough to make a post here. Just so that you know I haven't forgotten my promise to keep up.
It always seems so dark when I'm not feeling well. What I mean is that that days look darker. The time goes slower, and it just feels like the feelings of pain and being uncomfortable to put it mildly will never end. But I know it will. I know inside my mind that tomorrow will be different or with a little luck, better. And so, with that in mind I'm hoping today is the day...
I need to get back to work and and at least do a little bit. My list of things to do is very long. But I suppose it's nothing that can't wait. I want to make sure I am really on the mend. It will take a few more days.
I can't remember the last time I spent a week in bed. That's just crazy! But when you can't move... You can't move.
I'm hoping I have some really good news on my next post. Because there are some really good things in the works. So stand by. Good news is coming.. As soon as I can get moving again. Always....


Always,
Tammy

Tammy Abbott Fine Arts

At The Getty

I woke up to a text this morning from my friend David B. He asked me, "Do you want to go to the Getty with me?" I've been meaning to go there, it's a place where I used to escape the madness of the city and the familiar feeling of my home. I am a stack reader, so I get to use the entire library.. but my card had expired and I needed a new one. I was so happy because it was granted! And now I can research and work on my Journal I'm writing. More on that later...
David picked me up about noon. And I was ready to go, so we zoomed up the hill listening to Bob Dylan, as we drove. He made a compilation of his music, rock and roll. The drive was fun on Mullholland.
When we got their and parked the car, he said get in the wheelchair there were many of them their. So I did. The walker wouldn't have taken me very far. I would have been too slow, and in too much pain. So David wheeled me for

, that's what he said.
We had a little lunch, then went to see Evan Walker's Cuba. It was a wonderful show, and there where other photographers work displayed as well. I just can't remember their names. Sorry... I'm not good with names. I wish I was. To the gift shop we went, then home again. That was my day. It was so good to just be... for a change.
So now it's after three, and it was time for me to get back to work. Typing away, filing paperwork, figuring things out so that I don't forget what I need to do. My list is so long after two years of illness you wouldn't believe it if I told you. But I'll get it done. That's all that is to it!