Insulting my injuries

For all who have asked … I’ll do the interview questions over the weekend. I hadn’t anticipated that more than a couple people would be interested.

I spent some time in the cirrhosis chatroom last night, speaking with people who have had liver transplants or are the support person for someone waiting for a liver transplant. For the bulk of the time I was the only one there who was actually on a transplant waiting list. Much of the conversation revolved…

Technically, the word was thirteen letters long, but that’s because I used the adjective form ending in “ing” instead of the noun form ending in “er”. And it isn’t that I rarely use it. As The Socialist will only be too happy to tell you, I never use it. I find it offensive. The poor…

Yes, the temperature reached 80° F (17° C) and continues to climb. My office is in direct sunlight in the afternoons, and the temp in here is 88° F (31° C) at the moment. Or rather, it was 88° half an hour ago. I’m too hot, and can’t be motivated to get up and check…

What the heck is wrong with me? I’m getting thin skinned and edgey again, and taking offense at things that aren’t worth the calorie expenditure. On a forum yesterday, run by a friend in cyberspace, I encountered a person who personified the reason I don’t want to do private practice. Let’s call her CanineExpert. (My…

I’m still taking in textures, still surreptitiously fingering the velvet at Coldwater Creek and playing with the coffee beans when nobody is watching. I’ve lost a little of the manic optimism that I was carrying earlier, and I’ve lost a little of the crushing depression that set in last week. I’m somewhere in-between now, tethered…