Archives in Category: Annoyances
Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.
It’s half-way through the month, and I am still monitoring the parking situation when I go for my daily dose of radiation. I won’t reveal all the details now, because I plan to share final observations at the
… finish reading Preliminary Report
Those of us who come for radiation daily receive a parking permit, so we can park in assigned spaces for patients near the special entrance to the department. There are six designated spaces.
A week ago, they were
… finish reading Research Project
To get back to Square One regarding my recuperation from breast cancer surgery, it was suggested I take three days off and become a couch potato to rest the affected side of my body, which hasn’t been pleased
… finish reading Retreating in Place
Seven years ago, when I had surgery for ovarian cancer, I spent four days in the hospital hooked to a morphine drip on a moveable stand. I named the apparatus George.
I am always restless in a hospital
… finish reading Duane
These past two days have been most frustrating. I thought by now I’d be feeling more and more myself, even with the drain still in place. But I’ve felt less and less optimistic, less and less able, less and less
… finish reading Crash
I love to ask questions. Who? What? Where? When? Why? and How? have been stalwart friends for years. But since my surgery, I’ve realized that it’s hard to ask the right questions when you don’t know what you
… finish reading Questions
It’s been five days since my surgery. Yes, I’ve curtailed my activities as directed; but I’ve still managed to dress, make the bed, pick up the house (It’s not that heavy!), and generally move about in relative comfort.
… finish reading Crash
It wasn’t his political opinions or his bravado that brought him down. Heck, it wasn’t even the complaints about and pay-offs for harassment. It was money, plain and simple.
When approximately fifty advertisers pulled their support for his program, Bill
… finish reading O’Reilly
Two months from yesterday is Christmas; a week after is New Year’s. Are you ready? No, neither am I. And four weeks from tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I’m not ready for that either. In fact, I’m not even ready for Halloween.
… finish reading Too Much Time