“I’m Still Here”

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Tent camping outside my Casita in 2009.

 

I re-wrote the lyrics to Stephen Sondheim’s song “I’m Still Here” (from the musical “Follies”) in 2011, to summarize my experiences with mold avoidance.

(It’s all true too.)

-Lisa Petrison

 

I’m Still Here

Good days and bad days, I’ve seen them all
And, my dear,
I’m still here.

Big cities sometimes,
Sometimes just grizzlies and deer,
But I’m here.

I’ve done avoidance as extreme.
Ten showers daily, quite the scheme.
Seen all my stuff disappear,
But I’m here.

I’ve camped in rainstorms, plus I got bit by a tick,
But I’m here.
Tents broke in windstorms, then I got doused with the ick,
But I’m here.

Folks say with mold, I am obsessed
On roads potholed throughout the West.
Out in the desert, was I depressed?
Nowhere near.
I found a place to get clear,
And I’m here

I’ve done some doxy, AV’s and strict gluten free,
And I’m here.
Cleanses with coffee, Deplin and Vitamin C,
And I’m here.

I tried some neural therapy, IV’s and homeopathy,
CSM packs and Three Lac,
And kefir.
I sat through Dr. Judy,
And I’m here.

I’ve traveled through Dallas, and Tahoe, and Ann Arbor, Mich.
Gee, that was fun and a half.
When you’ve been through Dallas, and Tahoe, and Ann Arbor, Mich.,
Anything else is a laugh.

I’ve been to Bozeman,
I’ve braved the Death Valley heat,
And I’m here.
Froze off my toes, then
Hiked in the hope I’d excrete,
And I’m here.

Up all night dodging algae blooms,
Forced from my lodging by mold plumes.
“You’re just making up miasma fumes,”
People jeer.
Still the effects, they’re severe,
So I’m here.

New bedding one day, next day it goes in the trash,
But I’m here.
Feel great on Monday; Tuesday, slammed down in a crash,
But I’m here.

Buy a Casita or a Scamp,
Then it feels toxic, so tent camp.
Then you appear to revere what’s austere.
I’ve run through all my money,
And I’m here.

I’ve gotten through unmasking and the depression response,
Suicide season, heart pains.
And better yet, now it’s intensification response
Rashes, mind blanks and migraines.

Good days and bad days, I’ve seen ’em all
And, my dear,
I’m still here.
Big cities sometimes,
Sometimes just grizzlies and deer,
But I’m here.

I’ve come to crave the GFD*.
Screw fear, and dammit,
C’est la vie.

I hit the total nadir,
And I’m here.
Lord knows it’s really been queer,
But I’m here.

Look who’s here,
I’m still here.

I’m still here.

*Godforsaken desert

 

A version of the original “I’m Still Here.”