So after however much time spent traveling, dealing with illness, welcoming house guests, kicking off work projects, and the other usual drama I can never seem to escape from to find time to write, I find myself this afternoon at the vet with my poor pooch. I have a sick puppy.
Nothing starts the day off like cleaning up dog vomit and bloody dog diarrhea. She at least managed to pee outside. Lucky me.
Sigh. Carpet cleaning recommendations, anyone??
Just another day in the life I guess.
I DO NOT LIKE IT HERE!
Stylin’ … while exhibiting common sense with my choice of sensible shoes
My recent visit to my orthopedic surgeon resulted in a “high ankle sprain” injury diagnosis complete with a fitting for an ankle brace. Following doctor’s orders, I am rocking the ankle brace to aid in my recovery — and wow, it has made a world of difference.
When discussing next steps in my healing process, I asked the doctor the obvious question: when could I return to my “normal”, day-to-day activities (thinking primarily of flying trapeze, yoga, etc.)? Her guidance?
“Use common sense.”
Wait, do I have common sense? Where do I rank on the scale of complete Jackass-style idiot to vow of silence-style, never-do-anything-but-chant monk? Continue reading
So I may have mentioned my little trip to the emergency room two weeks ago thanks to an injury that turned out to be a high ankle sprain. Well, as I was laying in the hospital bed, enjoying the sensations of percocet taking over my body while I waited for the x-ray results, a nurse visited me and asked if I would like an HIV test.
Huh? Continue reading
So I tried. I really, really tried. A physical victory indeed, but yet another mental defeat.
Why is it so challenging for me to be all right with taking time to let myself rest and begin the recovery process? After all, this “flu” (I’m sure it’s really a cleverly disguised plague or ebola virus) let me know it wasn’t going to go away on its own and rendered me more or less physically incapable of moving from the bed or couch since last Thursday. Bastard.
I am a chump. In the chaos of life that has overwhelmed me (yeah I know, what else is new?), I am woefully behind asking everyone to give me my birthday present! Yes, my birthday is July 23 (that’s in six days if you’re counting), and yes, once again all I am asking for is your donation to team “BABES WITH BRAINS“. Please help me raise money for brain tumor research!
You can DONATE HERE! Continue reading
I imagine that you will all be shocked — shocked! — to hear that I do a pretty poor job of taking care of myself. It is horrible, I know, and I have no excuse. Unfortunately I had a bit of a wake-up call, and now vow (publicly) to improve. Seriously. Continue reading