I knew it was bound to happen. Nearly six months into treatment, I am experiencing serious shot fatigue. We've not exactly been vigilant in following the when of the injection here lately. It's supposed to be every other night, but I think we've gone about three days without doing one this past week. The where… Continue reading The shot heard ’round the house
Category: What was I thinking?
Ramble on
What is it called when you get off an airplane? What is that body of water that is sometimes man-made and doesn't travel? Hell, what is that muscle in the top part of your arm? I've forgotten all of these in the past week. Week, people. Word retrieval has long been the bane of my… Continue reading Ramble on
Born to run?
Today is the Little Rock Marathon, an event that has drawn elite athletes and weekend runners and ... me. At least for the 5K. What can I say, I like wearing medals like I'm Mr. T. I've never much been into running as my calorie-burning activity of choice. I enjoy the scenery and the commune… Continue reading Born to run?
Dear Me
If I could tell the young me anything, it would be to stay strong. And to stay away from certain boys, of course. And to not get that really short bob, although it did come in handy when playing The Artful Dodger in Oliver. But still. Not that young me would have listened to any of… Continue reading Dear Me
Getting the shaft
My mother is fond of passing along the myriad catalogs she gets in the mail. She's the Imelda Marcos of mail-order products. (I'm not saying I've called Hoarders on her, but that's only because she keeps things pretty tidy when she knows I'm coming over.) Most of the time, I thumb through the catalogs half-interested… Continue reading Getting the shaft
Snow going
I'm in one of those professions in which you always come to work, rain, sleet, snow, tornado, flood, tsunami, hurricane, earthquake, end of times. In fact, we tend to run toward the disaster instead of away from it. Of course, our intrepid reporters do more of that. I just have to make it into the… Continue reading Snow going
Resilience
Today, I saw a squirrel take a 30-foot tumble from a tree and spring back up as though nothing had happened. Why can't I be built that way? Sans the bushy tail, natch, but sturdy like that. And able to scamper up trees. (Even as a kid, I was terrible at that particular activity. Oh,… Continue reading Resilience
Taking a stand
It's difficult to stand one's ground when the simple act of standing is a feat unto itself. It took all of the Herculean might I could muster (OK, and a high powered energy pill that treats narcolepsy) to hang with the sweaty swarm of humanity for An Evening With Cake. I did, but not without… Continue reading Taking a stand
I will survive
I am equally excited and nervous about tonight. We are headed to Memphis to see Cake. This will be my first live music outing in forever, and certainly the first since my diagnosis. I've taken my "energy pill," the one that keeps me from passing out once the clock strikes 10 or so. I'm Cinderella… Continue reading I will survive
Girl gone wild
It dawned on me tonight, as we were simultaneously pulling off the shot routine along with the get ready for bed routine, that my dining room may not be the most private of places. I sauntered in topless from our bedroom, because, practically speaking, it is easier to give oneself a shot in the stomach… Continue reading Girl gone wild
One, Wild & Precious 