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I do not have melanoma!

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Woo hoo!

My massage therapist said I had a weird mole behind my knee that was bleeding, and that I should have it looked at. So I went to Penn yesterday. First the resident looked at it (my mother used to say all her doctors looked like they were 12, and I guess I’m at that age now), and then his supervisor looked at it, and then the department head. They all said it was a wart or something, that it bled because it was irritated, but no big deal. I didn’t realize how worried I was until they told me it was nothing to worry about.

God, all that anxiety for nothing.

Close but no cigar

We keep getting notices of severe storms, and they always seem to skirt past the city at the last minute into South Jersey. Which means I have to go out and water my plants instead of letting the rain do it!

Dixie Chicks!

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I finally got to see the Dixie Chicks this weekend! I’d gotten tickets back in December for my BFF’s Christmas present, and we were both excited to be there. When I took this picture, it was still early — by the time the Chicks took the stage, every inch was packed. Lots of drinking and singing along (our blanket was next to one of the beer vendors), sometimes so loud we couldn’t hear the band. But it was a good-natured crowd who was having fun. There were lots of men, but so many women! Lots of mothers and daughters, gaggles of girlfriends, and even a couple of bachelorette parties.

The band had a multimedia show behind them, and during “Goodbye Earl,” they flashed pictures of bad guys, including OJ Simpson and Donald Trump, as the entire venue sang, “‘Cause Earl had to die!”

I read that during a recent show, Natalie Maines said, “Just so you know, we’re embarrassed that Donald Trump is from our country.” This resulted in a lot of outraged commenters on country music message boards, but never made its way into the broader media — at least, not that I’ve seen. Oddly enough, the comments were exactly the same as we saw the last time. Nobody learned nothing.

Well, that’s not true. I learned that someone with arthritic knees who’s laying on a blanket outside on a chilly night won’t be able to walk the next morning, and that I never realized I was so allergic to the straw they’d strewn all over the hill until I woke up with my eyes swollen shut.

Other than than, an amazingly hassle-free night, mostly because we parked in Jersey and took light rail that left us off at the front door of the venue. Yay, public transit!

Not that again

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So I had another diverticulitis attack, timed perfectly to start with the holiday weekend. I wasn’t as sick as I’ve been, but enough to keep from sleeping more than a few hours at a time. (So much for no sugar — most of the things I can eat during an attack are really bad.)

I thought I’d beaten this thing, but apparently not. Probably related to my intense job stress and money worries (pay is generous but not timely) and just from sitting in a chair 12 hours a day.

Still, not all bad. After three days of all liquids, it was simply wonderful to have scrambled eggs today!

Sugar detox, anyone?

Sugar Bowl With Spoon

I have to solve this problem, once and for all. So starting Monday, I am doing a strict sugar detox. I’m not pre-diabetic, but I have so many damned health problems I know are related to chronic inflammation — and sugar’s the biggie.

So if any of you want to do it with me, let me know in the comments. It will be easier if we all do it together.

P.S. Taking the six rounds of heavy-duty probiotics has finally cleared up the vast majority of my food problems — gluten, strawberries, pepper, etc. It even stopped my latex allergy. I still have the migraine sensitivities, but those are mostly manageable.

I didn’t think it was possible, or even logical. But from what I’ve been reading, it seems like the probiotics probably cleared up a case of leaky gut, which was triggering all the allergies.

The letter

subie wreck

Yesterday, I got a letter from an insurance company telling me someone filed a claim against me for the car accident I was in back in October. I was pretty angry when I talked to their claims department — I said it was a three-car accident, a hit-and-run according to witnesses, and that neither I nor their insured driver could remember what happened. I said if he claimed he was northbound while I was southbound, odds are, he hit me.

I also said I had pictures of both sides of my car — the driver side pushed in from the original impact, the right front passenger side crushed from spinning out and hitting the bridge. If I hit his claimant, I said to the claims person, why are there no other impacts on my car?

I still don’t remember exactly what happens; I think I had a slight concussion. But this guy didn’t remember anything, either. Now I’m wondering if he hit me in the first place.


I’m in the house where I grew up, sleeping in my old bedroom. I hear loud party noises, and when I go out in the hall to investigate, there are a bunch of people who are friends of my father, co-workers, etc. who are meeting my dad to take him somewhere for some kind of celebration.

I see my mother and complain, “Mom, it’s the middle of the night!” She just shrugs.

Also: I’m in the downstairs restaurant of a very large, expensive apartment building with Sarah Jessica Parker and her friends. She hands me a designer dress and asks me to put it back in her room. I make it to the apartment and notice the furniture is all very beautiful, including a large round dining table with a metallic-threaded blanket thrown over it for a tableclothe.

I am very grateful

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That I only committed to five days of this Nutrisystem “food.”

It’s possible that it tastes better to some people. (I know many things taste bitter to me, which accounts for the sweet tooth.)

I did have some kind of pasta meal that wasn’t awful; it reminded me of Chef Boyardee, which my mother fed to us often. And the chocolate “cookies” didn’t taste too bad — they had a slight undernote of dirt, but not disgusting. (Although I did get a slight headache from the artificial sweetener.)

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