- 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…
Yesterday I got a notice that my neurosurgeon is sponsoring a Cerebral Aneurysm Support Group meeting…tonight. I’m bummed that they’ve started this group after I left LA. The extent of my bummedness tells me that things are amiss with my psyche. I know I’ve written about this before, but I don’t think I ever allow enough credit to myself for what the aneurysm did to me and how it changed my life. I have always been so focused on getting back to “normal” (whatever that is!) that I ignore or deny or disregard feelings that maybe I should be more focused on.
I started to write about this yesterday and when it threatened to become a drippy drooly post, I erased it. But then I read Dooce’s post today on her continuing depression and I thought–shit, if I’m going to get drippy drooly, at least I won’t be alone.
