DON’T PANIC, in large friendly letters
“Uh… David?” My tone is coated in calm. “Would you please come help me for a sec?”
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French Toast Insanity
Labour Day morning. Contentedly lying in bed. I look over and see David reading. He smiles. I yawn, asking him what time it is. He glances over at the clock. “It’s… seven… fifty…. nope. It’s Eight o’clock.” “Boo Yeah!” I’ve managed to sleep in. We just got back from a trip overseas and have been…
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Irregular Heather
WARNING: Colourful language in this post. Fact: My internal thermostat is fucked. I’ve dealt with hot flashes since the age of 36. But the night sweats? The truly disgusting, sleep-annihilating, life-altering, make-you-feel-like-you-have-malaria… Wait. Maybe it’s not night sweats. Maybe it’s malaria. It’s January. In Canada. There are no mosquitos. Maybe it’s COVID… again. Cue rapid…
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Ill-timed Aphasia
WARNING: BIG time bad words in this post.
I’m not sure whether this is a migraine-induced bout of aphasia or if I can now add Tourette’s Syndrome to my list of disabilities…
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I am patenting this RIGHT now…
WARNING: SO MUCH FEMALE STUFF In the summer of 1997, David held my hand as I sat at the triage desk of the local hospital. He looked concerned. I looked like I was going to pass out. The nurse looked wiser than Nicodemus from the Secret of NIMH. “Are you a new couple?” she asked,…
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Pardon me while I SHE-HULK out
This week (and it’s only Monday – it’s only MONDAY?!?), I find myself wondering what caused She-Hulk’s transformation from regular woman-about-town, to big green rage monster. ‘Cause I’ve had three instances today where I found myself fighting to maintain my equilibrium between rationality and absolutely losing my shit. This morning, I’m moving from the bathroom…
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Pizza, popcorn and falling up the stairs
I clutch the handrail, lifting one foot in front of the other. David follows me, really close – my personal border collie……
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The brain, she don’t work like she used to…
As I’m writing, I know exactly the word I want to use. It means getting up, but in a sexy, Regency romance kind of way…
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Kev? Buddy. What did you do?
As I’m writing at the kitchen table, I intermittently glance out the window – enjoying flashes of flora and fauna in our backyard. The Engleman’s Ivy lushly embraces the pergola, the grass is green, there are birds and squirrels, and… a… fox? As I lean to the side of my computer screen, desperate to catch…
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And that’s why you don’t become a gymnast
Today, I popped a rib by NOT making the bed…
