Hi Darling Ones, Today is my birthday! I’m 51. Today also marks three months since the stroke that upended my life. Not to be a total downer, but I’m glad I’m done being 50. It was not a banner year for me. I had a stroke.
Dear Darling Ones, Before we begin, let’s have a moment of silence for Padma Lakshmi leaving “Top Chef.” My very favorite show will not be the same without her. Do you remember the woman who hosted the first season? She was awful. In other news, Yesterday I graduated from Occupational Therapy. Today I officially graduated from at-home Physical Therapy. If this were anything like my high school graduation I’d be spending all night at The Mermaid dancing to Bel Biv…
Hi Darling Ones, For the official record, the brain weasels were right. I have both macular edema and diabetic retinopathy. THIS NEXT PART IS NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH PLEASE SKIP Now I have to go to the eye specialist every four weeks and get medicine injected into my right eye. I am not exaggerating at all. It’s rough. I had it done last week and it took me two days to recover. THIS PART IS A LITTLE SAFER I did…
Hi Darling Ones, Author and vlogger Hank Green has Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. He announced it in a video recently and hooooooboy did a lot of what he say resonate deep into my bones. At one point he talks about how he’s struggling with having this new identity thrust upon him. He wants to continue being goofy science guy and not cancer guy. He has exactly and succinctly explained that feeling I’ve been unable to nail down, though I have tried unsuccessfully….
Hello Darling Ones, I don’t know if the Lexapro is starting to kick in, it’s the absence of the lightheaded/panic attack cycle, or I’m just getting stronger, but things are going okay this week. Yes, it’s only Tuesday. However, I’m going to be optimistic and pretend things will continue to be okay. I have a bunch of big, scary doctors’ appointments on the horizon so I need to cultivate a positive attitude. First up is the retina specialist on Monday….
Hi Darling Ones, I’m in that weird position where writing about what’s on my mind makes things better and yet everything on my mind bores the daylights out if me. How many times can I say that being in my body is weird and annoying? How many times can I complain about the myriad ways having a stroke has disrupted my life in the worst ways? I miss the days when my thoughts were filled with sex and books and…
