December 2011
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Seriously? A Christmas tree?: a saga Part 2
Picture, if you will, me in Steve’s pajama bottoms, all saggy crotch and pooling fabric at the bottom, and one of his old tee shirts. All my jammies were still dirty from the hospital. No makeup. Hair- just bad. I ordered Steve into the car. I wasn’t even polite or asking anyone’s opinion. I didn’t bother to change and just threw on my coat and boots (untied and no socks)...
Seriously? A Christmas tree?: a saga Part 1
Looks pretty good, right? How did this happen? How did I wind up with a freakin Christmas tree literally outshining the little Chanukah banner that I rescued from the garbage pile on clean up day at the synagogue- dwarfing our menorah setup on the windowsill?
As I was nearing the end of my hospital stay, my doctor asked me if there would be any stress during my holiday. After I stopped...
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Lucky me and RSD
To my surprise, any sense of self-pity at being stuck here for a week has been subsumed by a sense of gratefulness. There are people here who are really sick in totally different ways, or really old, or both. They have cancer or have undergone major surgery or, in the case of my roomate from the first half of the week, have RSD.
No, I’d never heard of it either, but catch this. She is a...
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DHEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! and TV
I am reaching the middle of my 7th day here in 8B 23. I am receiving regular infusions of DHE to try and break this nasty, persistent migraine. Amidst and between the bouts of grogginess, I have had an impossible amount of time on my hands. I have not felt focused enough to do much reading or writing, which is what I imagined I would do with all this time. I refused my dose of Benadryl this...