Reflections from the past, so far away, yet never far enough When “I do,” should have been “I don’t” His fist hit the solid wood closet door behind me with such force, I was sure it had cracked. Eyes glaring so intensely, yet not seeing me at all. Was this it? Is this how it
So I figured it was probably about time to update you all on some of the previous posts. And before I start, on a totally unrelated side note, I just wanted to let all of you know that I am typing this post while wearing adult footie pajama’s, eating popcorn, and drinking wine, under a
I’m having surgery Thursday. As a child I caught a knee to the nose and sustained multiple more nose injuries during the course of my marriage. It took what should have been an awesome nose and turned it into a slightly less awesome nose that’s all messed up on the inside. I keep getting sick,
So tomorrow is the big day for me. My face has a date with my doctor’s chisel. In fact, by the time most of you read this, I will most likely either be in surgery or already done. I’m starting to get upset. This is not my first surgery, far from it actually, but I’m
I’m going to say right off the bat there is probably a lot of grammer and spelling errors in here. Sorry. Well that was a lot scarier than I was anticipating. It all started well. I was really surprised because I wasn’t nervous at all. I’ve had two eight hour ankle surgeries before, plus three
Once again, I’m typing with one eye swollen shut so forgive any spelling and grammatical errors. If you read my last post, you probably know that my surgery hit some complications. So, I had a lot of plans for my days off. I was going to finish writing my book, enjoy some comfy time on
My brain still feels like it’s in lala land, I think losing so much blood has really thrown my body for a loop, so today I bring you a pre-written post. So glad I stocked up on a few of these before my surgery. Enjoy!! Stories from the ex, everyone has at least a few
Well, tomorrow (Tuesday) I have another appointment with the doctor. Can’t say that I’m looking all that forward to it, but not much I can do about it, so I might as well hold my head high, smile and go for it! I have to get all the packing taken out that they stitched and
My second surgery yesterday went great, couldn’t have gone better actually. Today I woke up and albeit sore, bruised, and swollen, I actually feel somewhat like a human being again. So…I decided it was time to venture out of the house. Well, “decided” might be giving it a little bit too much credit, but lets
I felt really bad after the surgery took a turn for the worst, and no, not bad in the “oh my gosh, I could have died” kind of way that I should have felt bad in, I felt bad in an inconvenient kind of way. I felt like an inconvenience. I knew that I had scared
I just looked at my traffic reader that tells me how many people are reading this blog. Someone come resuscitate me. First off, let me tell you, I am ASTOUNDED at how this blog has grown. I was literally laying in my bed one October morning, three days after I had been raped in my
Ok, for my American counterparts, I have that really awful song by Salt N’ Pepa running through my head. “Lets talk about sex baby, lets talk about you and me, lets talk about all the good things and the bad things that may be, lets talk about sex.” Last night I ran a support group
My husband said he was going to the store... and never came back. It's been a crazy life that's left me functional enough to survive yet dysfunctional enough to make me funny. I'm living my life devoid of most social graces while single parenting two young children and I absolutely love it....most days.
