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I’m so glad my nursing service is all about milking the insurance company for all possible services. My physical therapist came over for an evaluation today, and I didn’t even have to set it up. Keep in mind this is… Continue Reading →

The tops of my shoulders are pretty freakin sore. I really don’t dig this whole pain thing. It’s really no party. My visiting home health aid flaked out to go hang out with her family, I’m sure of it. I… Continue Reading →

Just a few notes. Got out of the hospital this week. After having a stroke right the day after surgery, discovered by some seizures that took everyone by suprise. The MRIs I’ve had in years past were never those targeted… Continue Reading →

er. many. I’m going in to the hospital today. I have a CAT scan first, then I’m gonna bust outta there, get a machiatto, and hug a tree. Then admit myself. Pray for me on Friday. I am scared. hit… Continue Reading →

Since I got out of the hospital, I have become very accustomed to smelling myself. My rank armpits’ odor wafting up and hitting my nose. The inevitable ew at my own stink. I decided to stay away from normal deodorant… Continue Reading →

to a bunch of people in my email list. Who knew gmail was so frisky and fancy. Creepy only because it comes out of left field for 80% of the people on it. and because I felt creepy sending it—asking… Continue Reading →

hahaha. shali is probably most responsible for the fact that I am still here, hoping and filled with expectation. not that everything will be okay because i’m going to work hard to get it, but that everything will be okay… Continue Reading →

I’ve been looking at my current life condition, the quality of my life, and the condition of my affairs…and I realize something: Money is the main and major obstacle between having what I need, and want, and doing without. For… Continue Reading →

Oh the squeals of delight emerging from my head (not mouth to screen, see) regarding the current weather. I cannot wait for 98 degrees and 90% humidity…it is the only time my hands don’t appear as pastrami…and any discomfort is… Continue Reading →

The above title is part of my new project…it’s funny when I think about the loads of time I have to argue and debate. It’s almost endless, in fact. Work for me will probably happen, if I am lucky, June… Continue Reading →