I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. Ever since I hurt my ankle and couldn’t stand up to perform anymore, I’ve been really, really unhappy. I miss singing, a lot. I decided I have to figure out a way to do it, and now that I’ve read this, this is just more motivation: Research […]
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I just filled my tank, and the little shut-off valve wasn’t working. It overflowed and squirted gas all over my leg. So how do I clean my pants? Can I ever put them in the dryer again?
I finally started my aqua therapy today, and want to say again how grateful I am to everyone who donated. I can actually feel it pulling the knee adhesions apart as I do the exercises. I have some work ahead of me, but thanks to your generosity, I can do it!
I finally got a follow-up call from my recent sleep study. Turns out I stopped breathing 31 times per hour, which means I have to go back this weekend for another study with a CPAP machine. (I’m a tiny bit suspicious, since the insurance cutoff for the CPAP coverage is 30 times an hour, but […]
My boyfriend and I were in our ’63 VW Bug, headed down the Vine Street Expressway on our way to Cape Cod. We were listening to NPR on the car radio, and we heard the news: Nixon resigned! Everyone started honking their car horns, it was so strange.
And I want to express my thanks to Ron and Boohunney for helping out while I was gone. Thanks, guys!
In case you’re as sensitive to paint fumes as I am (and yes, I tried the no-VOC and still got sick), I just wanted to let you know that Sherwin-Williams makes a paint line with minimal additives that’s designed for use in hospitals and schools. The funny thing is, I love Sherwin-Williams paint. The only […]
So I was driving a friend to the train station after dinner last night. We were stopped at a light and she said, “Oh, you can drop me off here at the corner.” “You know, this has been a real bitch of a retrograde, I think I’d rather drop you off at the curb cut. […]
I get cysts in one of my breasts. This time, they hurt a lot, didn’t go away and it got to the point where even typing hurt. (Which made sense after I found a painfully swollen gland under my arm.) “Why didn’t you come in before?” the doctor said. I shrugged. “I’ve had it before, […]
I spilled a bowl of rice crispies and milk onto my ergonomic keyboard this morning. I’m using an old one, so it’s painfully slow. Blogging will be minimal until the new one comes tomorrow.