So, Right is down by half. At least the tip is down by half. Ok, so maybe it’s closer to two-thirds, but who’s measuring? On one hand, it’s awesome to still have any of my real nipple left, don’t get me wrong, but it’s still weird to know that I watched this bit of flesh … More The Tip Of The Iceberg
Dude. I’m still getting fat. No energy. Still healing. Can’t even stretch my arms. Everything always itches. UUUUuuuugh! I just want to have a little pity party, ‘k? Cool. I want things to be totally awesome, so I can be all like “Look at me! I’m so busy cancering and being fabulous!” but I can’t. … More Uuuuuugh
All I do is THINK. Think. think. And take tests, go to appointments, have my plans changed; wait. And think. I think about the future, both immediate and far away. I think of the past, of the could have, would have, should haves. Of the nevers. Of the always. I think about the maybes. All … More The End Of The Beginning
I love that song. It’s been on a near-constant rotation since May in my playlists, joined by Cough Syrup, My Body, and a handful of other songs. I realized yesterday that while I’ve been convalescing I haven’t been listening to much music. The reasons are dumb and mundane, but there’s something about it that is … More Shut Up And Dance With Me
I’m weaning myself off of my pain meds. Holy sweet 6lb sweet baby Jesus on a stick! FFFFFFFluffernutter! Jumpin’ Jehosephat! Damn, y’all. Breathing exercises are in full play, but that doesn’t mean I feel awesome. Double damn! The alternatives, though, are numb fingers and brain cells and overdoing things to the point of exhaustion because I’m not sure … More Reality Bites
I have a new, unbridled passion for palazzo pants. Sweet baby Jesus! Praise the lawd and all ye gods and goddessess! I can sing their praises with the intensity of a gospel choir on Sunday morning! The feel good, they look good, and sisters and brothers, you will feel beautiful in them! Hallelujah! I’m serious, … More Princess Palazzo Pants, or How To Convalesce Beautifully
