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
One of the things I promised myself that I would make a priority again this year was going to see live shows and concerts. I love them and always have. For many, many years I didn’t go to shows. At all. Then it was just kids’ shows, then one for me every couple of years. … More The Grateful Dread
That’s it- I’m done wallowing. Done. Done-teh-de-done-done. I’M DONE WALLOWING!!!! Fuck that noise. No, seriously. I mean, I think it’s ok to have moments, and I’m still mad as all hell, but I gave myself some time to grieve and was just…wallowing. Like a pig. There’s no reason for this. None. Ok, cancer, but there are, … More Suck It Up, Buttercup!
There are times in this ridiculousness when I get to be normal. Well, maybe a facsimile of my version of normal, which is always a bit off anyway. But I digress. It has been a week with two birthdays, and we have cake. Red velvet cake, home made cupcakes, Publix cupcakes, and Chuck E Cheese cake. That, my friends, … More Let Them Eat Cake.