I know I've mentioned at some point that I have a chest port or, more accurately, a tunneled subclavian PICC line that places a catheter right next to the heart. This thing: This bit of medical equipment has been dangling there since mid-July, getting caught on clothing and blankets, being smooshed into my skin, poking, … Continue reading The End is Near-ish
A few days ago I woke up wanting to find a way to share what my days have been like for months on end to, if nothing else, put an end to the, "oh, you're so lucky you don't have to do anything!" commentary that I have heard all too often. All day I tried … Continue reading Groundhog Day
I awoke this morning cheerful and in an instant my mood and attitude changed when I heard about an accident at an Army base I know well, a day after a fire injured more than a dozen Marines, and two days after a soldier in a friend's unit was killed in another training accident. After … Continue reading Guilty Relief
When I taught first grade I somehow managed to convince the kids who didn't believe in Santa anymore that he might actually be real, everyone that leprechauns exist, the sometimes difficult children that I know everything so we might as well cut to the chase, and the whole class that I control the weather. One … Continue reading A Little Magic
A couple days ago I came downstairs on my crutches to find the tires on my wheelchair were flat. I looked for a hand-pump and a pressure gauge to fix the problem but although one tire held the other seemed determined to stay flat. "Oh well," I thought, "I can just crutch around the house … Continue reading Don’t Stop!
Being a one of a kind patient has it's moments. Sometimes they're hilarious, sometimes they're terrifying or amazing, and sometimes they're just... icky. Today I was offered the most magical opportunity by one of my doctors when he told me that if I wanted I could "eat shit"... literally. I'm not being crass or trying … Continue reading Oh, Crap!
Several years ago when we lived in the south, I went to a nursery to find an orange tree. I wanted to grow a lovely topiary citrus inside where I could enjoy the blooms and fruit whenever my tree chose to bless me. For several years I enjoyed the intoxicating fragrance of orange blossoms throughout … Continue reading Not Quite Dead
This is me today, minus the oxygen (because despite the fact that I'm about to write the tell all on why I'm kintrsukouri I'm still vain enough to not want you all to have *that* picture in your head). More than 15 years ago I started having strange symptoms that no doctor could explain and … Continue reading This is Me
I have some dear friends who own a tiny-house coffee shop they named Story because they love the idea that everyone has a story worth sharing, from the stories of them pursuing this coffee shop dream, traversing the country in a tiny house with their children, and going to competitions along their way to learn … Continue reading Live Your Best Story
When life hands you lemons, don't make lemonade, chuck them back and go sit in the office playing your "new" 130 year old-ish copy of a Stradiuarius... Because making lemonade is a sticky proposition and the internet provides free copies of the most excellent classical scores anyway.