03/11/2018
Not having anything else to do, since I've been limited to much of the physical exercising I've done because I've been prone to stressing out too much, I've been cataloging and sketching out the monsters and adventures my family and I have gone on. I've always sort of liked art, and this hobby sort of has become my obsession (and slightly new job here) since I was diagnosed. Although, my hands cramp up sometimes and I can't write. Imagine having arthritis and it's about to rain, that's how my hands feel some mornings, or they tingle, or I feel like I need to ice them for months. (If you wanna see a gallery of my work I've posted on here, just out the Encyclolog tab) As much as that sucks, I'm glad I have my art, at least, it keeps me sane. And Yiayia seems to really enjoy the fact that I do it, instead of moping around all depressed (she's called me out on that, too). My Yaiyia (or grandmother, to all you non-Greeks), is basically The Godfather of our family, the matriarch, The Godmother, if you will. She's also my best friend and my biggest fan.
She's also super terrifyingly strong and agile for her size. She's fearless. Her friends and some family members have known her as the Dragon-hearted. She's amazing, and I want to be like her. I want to be strong, I want to be considered full of heart and passion and strength.
Number one rule: don't mess with yaiyia.