Some year. Some years. Some time. Somewheres.
That was me on September 16th, 2022. This was me on September 28th. 2023. (Turn and face the strain) (Also, I started waking up with night sweats. So. Changes.)
Like a lot of people, I wake up every morning. I’m sure this is true because I’m alive. Again.
2016 Here is what is this about. I don’t know what I’m about. Most people ignore me now and I’m not sure why, but I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know why, and even if I knew why, I wouldn’t remember anyway. I’m a handful on my best of […]
On Friday, the 13th of October, I had an appointment at Parkland with Dr. Ethun, a surgical oncologist. Unexpectedly, during my appointment Dr. Ethun called in a dietitian. Unexpectedly, Dr. Ethun sent me to the lab for venipuncture. This, of course, inspired me to create a creative thingie. Or 13. […]
Disaster Girl. Ces’t moi. If I recall correctly, I earned that nickname right after I shattered my tibfib during roller derby practice. Tahoe Derby Dames! Anyway. That nickname morphed into other versions—such as FallGirl, Tripsalot, Fally Risky, LeggyO’Breaky, dumbass. Etc., etc., etc. So. On September 27th I was ordered to […]
September 18th. I was admitted to Parkland Hospital with acute pancreatitis. Again. On the 24th I was able to, while hooked up to my IV trolley, roll around like a crazy person, which, as you may know, I am.