Hey Darling Ones, If you had the great misfortune of attending Roosevelt Junior High in Blaine, Minnesota during the 80s, you know the very special hell that was swimming. Roosevelt had a pool and just like dodge ball and other assorted athletic tortures, swimming was part of the curriculum. Nobody enjoyed the swimming unit in gym. We dreaded swimming so much we’d talk about for weeks leading up to it. Since this was the 80s and big hair was, well,…
Hi Darling Ones, Today marks a year since my dad just died. How it can be simultaneously a year ago already and only a year ago is not a mystery. A lot has happened since September 16, 2022. My Uncle Danny died. Sister #2’s high school best friend Betty died. I got my first-ever UTI (I forgot about this one!). My vision went to hell. I had a stroke. I got the COVID. My college friend Baltus died. I had…
Dear Darling Ones, Hot Dog, do I have some good news to share. In fact, I have two good newses to share. TWO. I’ve had two really good things happen in a row. THING 1 I don’t have colon cancer or as the crass and uncouth refer to it, the butt cancer. What a relief. This was the last of the big three tests (mammogram, pap smear, and colonoscopy)and none of them turned up any cancer, though my uterus and…
Hi Darling Ones, I’m about 45 minutes away from the last supper. That’s what I’m calling tonight’s meal. Starting at 11:45 p.m. I’m on a clear liquid diet until my colonoscopy Tuesday afternoon. “THAT HASN’T HAPPENED YET?” EM shouted at me over the phone yesterday. ‘No,” I said. “I’ve just been talking about it since I made the appointment in June.” I’ve been talking about this procedure for three months because I’m kinda worried I have the butt cancer. I…
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…
