A CONTROL FREAK WITH MS 

I had a mammogram Tuesday morning. The universe owes me a HUGE apology.

In every mundane activity there is a kernel of the extraordinary.

My last post was May 16, 2022. I wrote about cheating on my blog with another project.

Sometimes I blog about bad stuff. I’m a pretty happy camper at the moment so I’m writing about that instead.

Some thoughts after I tested positive for Covid 19, roughly 6 weeks ago.

Have you ever been rooting through the back of your closet and discovered a pair of old, fuzzy slippers?

Long story short: On Sunday, March 27 I had viral laryngitis (completely unrelated to earlier bout) and a head cold.

I met him more than 30 years ago.

This morning I had a hot, soapy shower. I just returned from a roll halfway around the backyard. It’s good to be me.

I’m currently OUT of isolation. When I woke up at 7 AM, I was IN isolation.

I’m happy to announce the outbreak is over.

On January 19 Two staff members tested positive for Covid.

My date with the ENT was quite an adventure.

I’ve been playing two medical waiting games concurrently and I just won both within a week of each other.

A couple of days before Christmas, I got some good health news – sort of – and it would be remiss of me not to mention it here.

There’s a reason why this is my permanent address. Here’s my latest conundrum.

Several days before I fell and broke my hip, I consulted a medium.

It’s been five weeks since I broke my hip. I’ve had plenty of time to think and put it all in perspective.

What follows is a two-week account of a hip injury.

I’m caught up in the details of organizing this ritual. Somehow, I have to free my thoughts of the minutia and write a eulogy.