Archive: the Sick
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Aug 23, 2010
11 CommentsThe non-deadliest Potentially Deadly Spider bite story ever.
This is what happens when you get lackadaisical about country life: you get bitten by a Potentially Deadly Spider. Although, I consider myself extremely lucky because I didn’t KNOW I was bitten by a Potentially Deadly Spider until I was sitting across from my doctor. Seeing a Potentially Deadly Spider bite me? Probably would have...
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Jun 16, 2010
10 CommentsMother-crunching knees
So, I’ve done something horrible to my knees. I’ve been doing a little research on all of the running websites I can find. I think it has something to do with trying to do too much, too fast and only running hills. Here is some interesting news: just because something doesn’t kill you, doesn’t mean...
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Feb 11, 2010
6 CommentsI work. No really, I do.
I’m that person that always has a camera. The person that is always taking pictures of the things around me. No one is safe from my viewfinder. I take pictures of everything and everybody. I keep it in my purse or by my side at all times. While I am a prolific photographer, I am...
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Dec 14, 2008
3 CommentsThis is why I’m not a professional writer
I’m not even going to bullet point this list. I’m sick and my head is all fuzzy. You’ve been warned. Here’s an important news break for you: If your nose has been running for three days straight perhaps it isn’t in your best interest to pump yourself full of hotsauce at dinner. You will gush....
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Sep 19, 2008
4 CommentsSend Chocolate.
Have Big News. Also have a cold that is slowly seeping all will to live out of me. Also? Twelve minutes until I must leave for work. Unable to give Big News the proper time it deserves. Go look at my twitter where I can be brief and unintelligible. Send chocolate and hot tea. And Sauza. No. Make...
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May 08, 2008
9 CommentsThis is TMI- Stop reading now
My stomach and my butt are not co-operating and my brain is stuck being referee. My stomach is doing it’s job of sending digested food southward. It’s my butt that’s having the real problem of keeping it together until we can reach a mutually acceptable location to deposit said chum. My brain has ordered my stomach...
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Mar 18, 2008
4 CommentsThe end of the brain slosh
It turns out the good drugs come via a shot to my right ass-cheek. So, sorry Fastlane, even if I could, I wouldn’t email them to you. Partly because I respect you too much to send you a portion of my butt but also because the good drugs are just too good to share. They...
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Feb 06, 2008
7 CommentsThis isn’t a small Sick
That’s right BetteJo, I passed out flat on my tush in the shower on Monday morning. My world has been a whirlwind of crazy, dizzy and darkness. It’s been made clear by my work that calling in isn’t an option unless you are dying. Or dead. Dead would be acceptable. Dying would require a note signed by...
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Feb 04, 2008
6 CommentsThis Day Can’t End Soon Enough
It started badly with me crouching on the shower floor trying to force myself back into consciousness. The blackness subsided enough for me to stagger out into the bathroom and sit on the lid of the toilet until I could see again. It ended with the Kid, soaking wet, remnants of shampoo clinging to her...
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Jan 28, 2008
9 CommentsEven Angels Like Fried Chicken
Does your snow look like this?* Fluff and stuff from Jennifer on Vimeo. Like someone in Heaven decided that tonight they were craving fried chicken and the only chickens available needed plucking. Then all of the other angels decided they wanted fried chicken too. So, they have a chicken plucking party that rains fluffy white feathers down on earth....
