Waiting
I’m sitting in the lab’s waiting room, recovering from the most recent vampire attack. It’s always a bit of a circus. As I said to… Read More »Waiting
I’m sitting in the lab’s waiting room, recovering from the most recent vampire attack. It’s always a bit of a circus. As I said to… Read More »Waiting
I’m filling out paperwork for these assessments. It’s a lot of homework, especially since they didn’t provide anything I could edit in softcopy. (Wait… how… Read More »Pain rating scales that describe reality
I use endearments because I’m an affectionate person. “Sweetie” and “honey” and (my personal favorite) “sweet pea” are terms I use whenever the urge strikes.… Read More »"Angel" in my mouth
I got the Sydney norovirus right before it hit the news. I’m recovering, but slowly; the persistent low-grade nausea is annoying — and worrisome. I… Read More »Pushing back on neuroplasticity
My darling host V got this year’s brutal tummy flu two nights ago. His daughter, L, and I jumped right on it. A couple gallons… Read More »In a house of flu
This picture shows the only thing I can do with any real success right now. Each time a piece goes in, I soak up the… Read More »Recuperating
Today was a day when everything seemed to turn at least one somersault, including my mind. In fact, I just took off the headset and… Read More »An upside down day
This title has two meanings: Medical students are often told, “When you hear hooves, think horse, not zebra.” This means that a set of symptoms… Read More »Think zebra
My digestion is not happy. Between the stress of househunting (and the way that forces us into other families’ dreadful dramas), some really egregious motels,… Read More »Metabolic moon dance
I had a day off from driving around. After wonderfully quiet morning, I took a walk to the nearest park, half a mile away. The… Read More »Handling my hinges