With very little respect, I feel I must say that some of this self-help stuff is a bunch of lunch meat. Maybe I shouldn’t be too harsh. After all, if it helps some people, it must have some value, right?
Nope, I can’t do it.
Caveat: I haven’t read one of those books that says happiness, success, and riches are a choice. I’ve only caught snippets of some folks talking on the…
I’ve spent some time away from the computer lately. It’s been too painful to look at the screen for extended periods of time (especially after I do it for eight excruciating hours at work). My sinuses have been acting up again, I had to give up caffeine because my heartburn was acting up, and the two put together adds up to a bit of quiet time in the dark.
I haven’t given it up…
It isn’t the desert, but we still get enough sun to boil the brain case. Exhibit A: our governor (separated at birth from George Hamilton?).
Ah, but I didn’t start this entry intending to talk about the sun, or too-tan, Chain-gang Charlie. I wanted to talk about the rain. A busy day at work followed by a busy evening at home left my stomach (filled with antibiotics) ready for revolt.
2007 will probably not go down as my favorite year, but I won’t tempt fate by claiming it’s the worst. That kind of reckless talk is what makes fate go Biblical.
Apparently it has been bad enough for me to start losing my hair. This morning we noticed a lot of hair on the floor near the mirror, and on closer inspection I noticed I was shedding hair like a certain cat at my…
On Friday I told a friend that last week was the first week I’d worked a full 40 hours since my diagnosis. As it turns out I was wrong. It was my second. I felt pretty good, a little tired maybe, but not exhausted. Or so I thought. I slept through most of the weekend. I hadn’t intended to… it just kind of happened.
Last night, after we finished eating pork chops in a ginger glaze…
I’ve long ago run out of words. Everyone is in bed, it’s just me, and I want to feel better. A Mac keyboard has been my outlet for a long time… going back to the good old Mac Plus days after my high school graduation. Now? Nothing.
It seems like even these words have graced my screen before. Simply put, my mind is a hollow shell.
In this ongoing medical drama, I feel worst about…
I’m a little worried about the follow-up with the Oncologist tomorrow. I was supposed to go last Tuesday, but I forgot. Then I was supposed to go on Thursday, but the doctor forgot (either that or they are a vengeful lot).
I know the recovery process can be slow, but I’m worried that I’m feeling worse these last couple weeks instead of better. It could be the stress, with my mom…
I’ve got a better than average reason to still be up this far past my bed time: fear. Tomorrow (today) is Friday (this being Thursday night), and I’m determined to qualify (in parenthesis) every other word (typed in the mother tongue) in this sentence. When next the sun rises over fair Dunedin, I’ll be sitting in my office trying to pump myself up for my first day of hearings…