Messy Bed, Messy Head
I am a new woman.
No, I didn’t have a boob lift.
And no, I haven’t lost those 10 lingering pounds.
And most definitely not because I’ve discarded my identity and am starting over in Las Vegas. (Though that does sound appealing at times.)
Oh, That’s Why I Feel This Way (PMS)
I get in to bed. My heart is beating rapidly but all I’ve done is walk up the stairs. My head is full of things I have to get done. I actually have a pain on one side of my brain and I’m contemplating waking my husband up and telling him that I’m having a...
Crying (Over Raynaud’s) In Las Vegas
Remember that trip I made to Las Vegas after the New Year? The one that didn’t go so well because of our accommodations? Well there was something else going on that also made it rain on our parade. A torrent of tears. You see, I have Raynaud’s.
Waiting For My Gynecologist (With 1D)
I played a new game today. It’s called “Waiting For My Gynecologist.” Kind of like “I Spy” but different. I played it while I was waiting for my gynecologist. Duh. I was sitting there, on that white paper covered table, for what seemed to be an interminable amount of time. Undressed down to my birthday...
Knowing Yourself: Blessing or Curse?
Knowing yourself well is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because when you are feeling down about something or confused or pissed off, you can usually pinpoint the cause of that feeling. Pretty easily. And if you know where that uncomfortable emotion is coming from, that knowledge by itself can sometimes make you...
Ovarian Cancer Sucks. That’s All.
I’ve been putting off writing this post because it’s really important to me. And I’ve been afraid that I won’t get the story right. And afraid that I won’t properly honor the memory of someone who was really special. So I’ve been stuck in this fear. And have allowed a few weeks to go by...
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