Just for you, Froggy.

Can’t shake this bronchitis. I spent most of the weekend gasping for breath. Walking up the two flights of stairs to my apartment winds me to the point where I have to sit down and rest for fifteen minutes after undertaking the effort. I’ve had to do the stairs quite a few times this weekend…

As a kid I was a spindley little thing. I never ate if I wasn’t hungry, and I frequently wasn’t hungry. It got to the point that my parents (neither of whom were great believers in going to the doctor) ended up dragging me to our family doctor to determine what was wrong with me….

I clocked in at 7:00 this morning. The soonest I could get any news is 8:00, and there’s no guarantee I’ll hear anything until 10:00. It’s five degrees out, according to my car’s thermometer (-15 for you Celcius types). I had two cats (Grey Menace and Warrior Princess) keeping me warm in bed. I have…

Went to bed early tonight, even by my standards. But even going to bed at 8:00 p.m. wasn’t going to save me – the pain in my side had me well awake and up at midnight. I attempted to pretend I could get back to sleep for another forty-five minutes, but when it became obvious…

OK, this is going to be liver transplant intensive. I want to get this written down in one place while I still have half a handle on all the information they attempted to drown me in this morning. Feel free to skim/skip. First of all the United Network for Organ Sharing (UNOS) website came highly…

A quote I stumbled upon in seeking’s diary in an entry made many months ago: A weed is no more than a flower in disguise — James Lowell.