Uuuuuugh

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

Reality Bites

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

Princess Palazzo Pants, or How To Convalesce Beautifully

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