I feel like my emotions are all over the place. It's as though they're a jar of bouncy balls that have just been dumped on the sleek, shiny floor of a basketball court - darting this way and that, never settling for one damn second for me to get a handle on them. I feel … Continue reading 83 Days Left
You know the beginning of the film version of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part I where the Minister for Magic looks straight into the camera and says, "These are dark times; there is no denying,"? That kept running through my mind Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. I was in the Bad Place for sure. The … Continue reading 90 Days Left
What is it about saltines and ginger ale that just makes you feel better? For me, no matter what is wrong, there is nothing that helps me more than that combination. (Well, except for maybe Percocet and Toradol.) Welcome to post-op life. I live in four-hour increments counting the minutes until I can have another … Continue reading 95 Days Left
One of my all-time favorite movies is Apollo 13. And my favorite character is Gene Kranz played by Ed Harris (pause to sigh longingly at Ed Harris - sigh). When the explosion happens, everyone in Mission Control on the ground in Houston is initially in disbelief. They go from saying things like "it's showing a quadruple failure … Continue reading “Let’s work the problem.”
Last Tuesday, I stepped out my side door and down a step into my car port like I do every single day. I stepped down and turned to shut the door. My left foot jammed, I heard a massive CRACK, and my ankle buckled. No. I stood there, propped up on the side of my … Continue reading It’s Fine. Everything’s Fine.