I am notorious for my intolerance to anesthesia. Like that time I told the nurse to get me some g-damn apple juice after my septoplasty. Or when I screamed at the nurse that I hated her & she could go fuck herself after my breast reduction. Or when I sobbed uncontrollably for hours after my ablation for [...]
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First, let us play a round of taps for Google Reader, which was my favorite way to peruse blogs. I can still get to mine through the “app” I created on my phone & iPad, but that’s it. BlogLovin is starting to grow on me – it’s a great way to stay organized & explore [...]
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Fact: ultrasounds are only fun when tiny babies with tiny heartbeats are involved. About a month ago while on a training run with my friend Sarah, I leaned over & grabbed my uterus. “This hurts,” I wheezed. “Why would my baby-maker hurt running?” “Cramps? Pulled muscle? Maybe you just need to pee?” she suggested. _______________________________________________ [...]
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It’s late tonight for me to sit at my computer – usually I’m already in bed, asleep or deep into a book while Doug snores beside me. I pull my hands across my eyes & the words feel trapped inside me. I’m not supposed to tell you about the phone interviews, sitting in my car while [...]
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Sunday morning smells like cinnamon rolls & Clorox. Wipe down the counter, throw in the load of laundry, pause for a puzzle, run a vacuum over the rugs, forget the stairs. “Momma, play cars with me?” Sure, kiddo. My fastest run. Breakfast Club fist pump. What do you think about brick tile for the kitchen? The old-world [...]
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