Tag Archives: blogging

Joy

Posted on May 29, 2016 by deconstructingdoctor

My oncologist thinks I’m depressed. Do you think you’re depressed? I don’t know.  He asked me, ‘what do you do for fun?’ And I said -I have cancer.  I’m getting chemo.  I’m tired.  I don’t want to do anything.  Everyone … Continue reading →

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Agitated: A Love Story

Posted on May 25, 2016 by deconstructingdoctor

I hate it.  It’s true.  I don’t hate anything quite like I hate my washing machine.  It makes me angry.  It’s pretentious.  It’s dysfunctional.  It made promises it couldn’t keep.  I made a big mistake the day I brought it … Continue reading →

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City Slicken Chicken

Posted on May 21, 2016 by deconstructingdoctor

This isn’t my first rodeo, people, I once had another blog.  Sometimes I look back on those first attempts with a sense of nostalgia.  I think all bloggers try and fail at blogging at least once, I’m sure there are … Continue reading →

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10 Minutes Late

Posted on May 18, 2016 by deconstructingdoctor

I can’t stand being late.  It’s a character flaw or a control issue, I’m not sure which, but I hate being late.  It causes me unbelievable angst.  I have a reoccurring dream/nightmare to prove it.  It takes the “being late” … Continue reading →

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St-role Model

Posted on May 15, 2016 by deconstructingdoctor

I haven’t been running consistently in months.  Maybe a 5K here and there.  Which sounds kind of odd when you are a non-runner.  Who can just go run a 5K?  Isn’t there preparation, training, effort?  Not when you’ve been doing … Continue reading →

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Teachable Moment

Posted on May 8, 2016 by deconstructingdoctor

It was just one of those days.  You’ve been there before.  I know you can relate. Rushed home from work, took the kids to the soccer game, rushed home, rushed through baths, a blur of fussing and fighting and everyone … Continue reading →

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