Hello Darling Ones. Today marks six months since I had a stroke. Back on March 6, 2023 when I was weak and terrified, I thought six months was 100 years away. Everyone said and everything I read said stroke recovery took six months. I thought there was no way I could handle being disabled like this, a burden to everyone, unable to take care of myself in any meaningful way for that long. Six months felt like forever. Jodi from…
Hi Darling Ones, For someone who is essentially homebound, I’ve been busy and it feels like a lot has happened. I’m gonna give you the highlights. I’m working on something more in-depth marking 6 months of stroke survival, but until then . . . The new Morgan Wade record is kinda so-so, but that new Ratboys record is at least three fire emojis. The polyp I had removed turned out to just be super gross, but also super rare and…
Hi Darling Ones, One minute it is the summer of 1997 and you’re sitting on the cool stone porch steps of your college best friend’s post-college rental smoking Camel Lights. It’s Sunday morning, though it still feels like Saturday because you haven’t gone to bed yet. It’s so late/early that you don’t even feel drunk anymore, but you were at some point in the evening. She’s propped a speaker from her stereo into the window of her basement apartment and…
Hello Darling Ones, How are you? I’m good. Today I had a mass removed from my cervix. After the doctor plucked the offending mass from my body and pulled it out she asked me, “Do you want to see it?” “Kinda, yeah,” I said. “A lot of people are curious,” she said. It was not at all cute or funny like the word “polyp.” Instead, it was super gross and I’ll be trying to erase what it looked like from…
Hey Darling Ones, At the beginning of our friendship, Wolfdogg and I used to chat all the time on GChat. This was in the early aughts the glory days of message boards, Google Reader, and chatting. Since he worked third shift at the time, he’d be winding down for the day while I sat in my cube at the software company. My favorite thing to do was randomly type the lyrics to the worst songs into the chat in an…
Dear JusticeIs21@protonmail.com, It was great to wake up to your email this morning, August 6, 2023. Exactly five months ago today, on March 6, 2023 I woke up feeling wrong, the right side of my body kinda wonky. I’d learn later that day that I had a Cerebral Vascular Accident (CVA), what is commonly called a stroke. Part of me feels badly for you. No one deserves a wallop of pain like that. But part of me feels like this…
