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Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.
I don’t know about you, but I avoid restaurants that have a little computer on the table and expect you to order from it. Or play games, for a fee, while you’re waiting for your cocktail. In fact, I’ve refused
… finish reading Ziosk is Here
I believe that’s pirate talk for, “D*&^% it.” And that’s how I feel right now.
Turns out the sprinkler module that we’re on (There are several of them where we live.) is out of order for the near future.
… finish reading Water Redux
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