Category Archives: My Stories
Fire Works and Fireflies
We took a day trip into the mountains to kayak down a river yesterday. The real reason we went, though was to celebrate the 50th wedding anniversary of my husband’s aunt and uncle. Over the holidays, his uncle proposed to … Continue reading →
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Tagged blogger, deconstructing doctor, fireflies, fireworks, July 4th, love, Marriage, wedding
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Ghosts
I am finding myself reminiscing about the old days. This is not something I typically do or even relish. I actually don’t like thinking about the past. Too many ghosts. I have certain reoccurring dreams. One of them is that … Continue reading →
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Tagged deconstructing doctor, ghosts, haunted house, junk stores, reminisce
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Jar-ring and Farting
I have this affinity for old things collected in glass jars. I love jars full of buttons, screws and metal bits, watch parts, shiny rocks, beads, and broken jewelry. I use all of these things in this little weird side … Continue reading →
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Tagged broken, deconstructing doctor, fart, farting, garage, jar, laboratory, organ, potential, storage, tile
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I’ve had it up to hair
About a month before the initial lockdown response, I got my hair cut. I wanted something cute and sassy. I typically cut and color my own hair, I’ve done it for years, but this time I wanted a professional to … Continue reading →
Posted in Medical Musings, My Stories
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Tagged COVID, covid haircut, deconstructing doctor, Doctor, Hair, haricut, sassy, spike, spike hair, spike protein
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Faith and Fairies
At some point, one just has to get out of the funk. One just has to say OK, kid, wash your face, comb your hair and put down the junk food, it’s time to see the sun again. Today could … Continue reading →
The Truth Hurts
I get up pretty early, even on the weekends. It’s automatic even if I try to sleep-in, the best I can do is 7:30. I like the time in the morning before the sun rises, before my family stumbles out … Continue reading →
Posted in Healthcare Today, My Stories
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Tagged Conspiracy theory, COVID, COVID vaccine, Death, Doctor, flu, hope, Influenza, leadership, loss, Survival, Vaccine
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Good Grief
Grief is a funny thing. Once you think you’ve mastered it, tucked it in a front shirt pocket over the heart where it can come along for the ride, but not get in the way, you end up leaning over … Continue reading →
Today Was a Good Day
For some reason the blue of the sky seemed bluer today. The yellow and orange of the changing leaves against the backdrop of the sky seemed more vibrant. A weight was lifted. It was as if gravity itself was lighter. … Continue reading →
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Tagged America, Doctor, elect, election, gloria gaynor, Harris, I will survive, USA, vote, win
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After Life
I think I have an unhealthy obsession with death. It is not clear to me when this started. I think I let it out of my subconscious 4 years ago after the sudden death of my mom. There was something … Continue reading →
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Tagged art, art class, blue eyes, creepy dolls, Death, Doctor, eyes, Mom, obsession, paint
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Postcards from the Edge
The news cycle can be overwhelming. The onslaught of conspiracy theories, half truths, and misinformation that comes from social media and not so respectable news sources is a never ending battle. Who do you trust? Who is trying to manipulate? … Continue reading →
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Tagged post office, postcards, protest, Punk Rock, secret service, sex pistols, shakespears, Truth, usps, voter suppression, voting
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