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Back to the Drawing Board
Well, the neurosurgery appointment was a big, fat waste of time. The doctor compared the MRI to the CT scan I had in 2020 when I went to the ER for severe hypokalemia, and he said nothing had changed from that, so he doesn’t want to do anything. This doesn’t help me because I’ve had symptoms my entire life, and apparently have to keep living…
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A Lioness’ Pride
Changing to “who,” not “what.” I am the most proud of my husband, Adam, and the person he is becoming. When he started coming around, he was a neglected, angry, high-school dropout, and the love and attention he received from Mom and me motivated him (along with our nagging) to change for the better. Not long after we started dating, he studied and got his…
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Hi! I’m Tom!
All of my days feel lazy and unproductive, yet I am trying from the moment I get up until I go to sleep. I told Adam I’m a 5-second Franny, a play off 10-second Tom from 50 First Dates. It’s not actually funny, but if I didn’t laugh about it, I’d be crying, so…🤷♀️. I think the last time I felt rested was in Vegas…
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Can’t You See?
This is going to be a different post, and I’m not even sure I’ll publish it. I just have so much in my head, and it’s driving me crazy by not getting it out. Maybe if Mom was here, I’d confide in her, but honestly, I’m not sure I’d even do that because I tend to carry the heavy stuff alone and go on about…
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It’s Been a Long Time Coming…
G’day! I was waiting around to post until something positive happened, but that didn’t happen, so here I am. Black Betty was a complete bust and waste of money 😞. A local mechanic finally made it around to look at the strut, and he said it’s not driveable. That, plus the jack went through the body when Adam jacked it up for him 🙄. The…
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~*~Hate Comes to Campus~*~
Prove me Wrong…A debate in good faithwith a young man of faith —unabashedly so. Hate proved him right.They gathered to argue — Agree — Learn — Teach —Except for one.Hate came to silence it all. Its ideology whistledthrough the charged air,tore through the neck — Of a kind man — A husband — A father — A forever hopeful who held love for all. His…
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~*~This Side of the Dirt~*~
This side of the dirt,alcohol splits purple skin. Words drill tender skullsthat become DNA. This side of the dirt,home is where the horror is — Rhythmic screams become lullabies. Walls remember what the wounded won’t. This side of the dirt, Memories fade with bruises. Forgiveness blooms in a good day. Muscle memory elicits laughter. This side of the dirt, I bury my name beneath the…
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…And, Yes, I Raised My Left Hand
I used up all of my spoons before 9:30 a.m. today, and I didn’t even leave the house. Today is a day that will go down in infamy — in my head. I had my disability hearing this morning, and discovered I would crumple like a piece of tissue paper and confess to any crime I never committed if I ever set foot on a…
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Incident at Chairnoble
So, Phin has a new routine I’m not thrilled about. He is my blind black cat who is a little badass and Brave Little Toaster. He likes to get on the back of my desk chair and sleep, but lately he’s been sleeping sleeping and subsequently falls off. If he’s lucky, he falls onto the back of my neck, sometimes digging his claws into my…
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Little Town, It’s a Quiet Village…
I’ve been in my little town since 1998, and it’s a nice place. We have lovely neighbors, for the most part, although Mom’s Amish porch swing and the riding lawnmower were stolen (separate incidents). Seriously, who steals a 6′ swing? I got a couple of security cameras after the mower was stolen from the driveway. We are right outside a few cities about about 5-10…
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Cari R Esta 