Being that my health is fairly stellar these days (apart from a few little side trips to fungal ball, sinus, cyst, and dental root specialists), I have been kicking ass on The List 🙂 A recent checkmark I want to share with you is zorbing. I know. WTF is zorbing? Read and learn. One of […]
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Calling all mystery solvers, P.I. wanna bes, puzzlers, riddlers, crypto chasers, scavenger hunters, and safe crackers! We are trying to locate the recipient of my son’s stem cells in order to find out if he would like to meet Rex, the donor who saved his life. This is what we know about the mystery patient: Male […]
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After surviving my inner lids being stabbed by 150 needles, I was beyond stoked to be rewarded with “normal” eyes, something that’s eluded me for years. Finally! I can apply a little Mac, Laura Mercier and Lancôme. Ya, that didn’t last. Intraductal meibomian gland probing was an utter quagmeyere. A big fat f-ing fail. […]
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After about a million reschedulings, it finally arrived. My intraductal meibomian gland probing appointment. So exciting!!! Todd drove me to see Dr. R for the procedure that I knew was going to be rather barbarous, due to all the investigative groundwork I did beforehand. You know that about me by now. I always read up on […]
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Thankfully for many most readers, my posts are becoming more and more spaced out. Not spaced out as in weird (no one would consider my posts weird), but spaced out as in more time between posts. I don’t have much to report these days regarding my brawl with health issues. This is a good thing, don’t get […]
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Zeus and his fellow gods and goddesses on Mt. Olympus must really be Greecing the skids for me. It seems every time I’m ordered to spend weeks off my feet, Zeus sends his special spectacle to the rescue! Back in 1988, I went into preterm labor with Mychaela and was put on bed rest for eight weeks, […]
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My son, Rex and I reported to Pamplona’s Plaza Consistorial, joining the other couple thousand runners (encierros) before 7am. Some were praying. Some were rereretying Nike laces. Some were doing nifty 1960’s-style warm up moves/stretches. They were male. They were young. They were eyeing me with a “What the f are you doing here?” look. One came […]
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