- What I’m not eating and why…
- Brain Work…
- BlogHer 2013: Mostly Good, No Bad, A Little Meh
- Heart disease kills more women than all cancer combined
- Remembering….and Not
- The Faceplant: Version three
- Wednesday Writers Workshop: Employing the Proust Phenomenon
- September 11, 2001, and other such things
- Just Hangin’ Out at the Ford Test Track…
- The Weekly Rant: Target in the Bullseye, again
- Dieting At MidLife: Not What It Used To Be
- In Sickness and In Health
- Natasha Richardson, TBI and thinking about death
- Of Hair and Other MidLife Disasters
- The Shock of Getting What You Wanted…
- Weekend Update
- Wendy Wasserstein
- Denying the Effects
- Does the story have an ending?
- Studying…
I had my angiogram on Friday to (a) make sure my little slinky was still in place, and (b) check that I’m not harboring any more insidious aneurysms (IAs, I like that!). Evidentally both (a) and (b) are A-okay. However, having people messing around in your brain, pumping drugs into your body, doing their whatever-they-do, leaves one feeling–STONED! Leaves me feeling–STONED! As in that I-just-couldn’t-give-a-fuck feeling……
