They simply announced that they were going to play a single from some group or another’s soon to be released album. I really wasn’t listening that closely. I can’ explain it. Perhaps thirty seconds into the song the breath was stolen from my chest and I was desperately trying to remember who the hell they…
Iâd taken a leave from the cat shelter I volunteer with. Part of the reason was the heavy immunosuppressants Iâm on, and part of the reason was the amount of time Iâm losing each week to the PUVA treatments. A vet tech from a local pharmaceutical who has been volunteering for the past half year…
Things improve by increments. Beginning next week my PUVA treatments are reduced from three to two a week. Iâm currently at 6.28 joules; theyâll continue to step that up until I reach 8 joules per treatment. My CTCL lesions, which had mostly disappeared while I was on IV steroids in February, have never recurred. I…
… You’re talking to a twenty-something with two kids of her own, mention Phyllis Diller in passing, and get this question: “Is she someone who works in another department?” The first one of you who responds with “Phyllis who?” will get a really nasty look from me.
Lately Iâve been having a little trouble with my right hip. In the face of everything else thatâs going on, I deemed this to be less than important. There are days when the hip acts up, maybe once or twice a month. On those days I need to watch how I place my feet. If…
An actual line from an email I received this morning: As an initiative to define areas of expertise, ownership, communication, team work, reduction in redundancy, and responsibilities, we would like to develop a flow chart for all the areas of our responsibility encompassed by [insert department name here]. Unfortunately Babelfish doesnât have an English-to-English option…
Iâm not quite as naked as the day I was born; a small triangle of fabric stands between that and my current status. SPF 70 sunscreen is applied to the exposed private bits that havenât seen real sunlight since I was old enough to know to keep my shirt on in public. I elect to…
On my short trek between home and work I pass through a rather diverse landscape. I skirt around a huge industrial block, pass by a decrepit retail area, through a new and over-priced community of McMansions, past a healthier retail district, then on through a development of vintage post-WWII modified Cape Cods, into agricultural open…
Trying to exercise due vigilance, I survey my skin frequently these days. Brown spots, white spots, red spots are all categorized and revisited. The texture on the backs of my hands resembles nothing so much as the loose weave of a burlap bag and disabuses me of any illusions that I could continue to pass…
And then there are the things that nobody but me would understand, or take any delight in. Like the complexities of finger-pricking to get a droplet of blood for glucose testing. Who knew it would be so complex remembering which finger is next in line for exsanguination? At first I thought I could just go…