Is ’schizo’ an acceptable Scrabble word?
I’m going to pretend it hasn’t been three weeks since my last post. There. That was easy!
I’m writing because something happened recently that I’m still trying to wrap my mind around. Saturday night I went out to a casual party - a Scrabble party to be exact. When I got there, the host said that […]
Bile this cabbage juice down
So Humaworm. I’ve been taking unnamed capsules delivered in ziploc bags supposedly filled with black walnut hull, cloves, and wormwood as well as other antiparasitic herbs, like thyme and garlic, the latter of which I can definitely confirm for the nice subtle way it keeps repeating on me.
However, my eyes cannot claim to have […]
Dying to be Thin (an unsent letter to my mother)
Dear Mom,
I think I’ve come to know, over the years, how much you love me. It was a leetle hard to tell during adolescence. And every now and then, a reminder wouldn’t hurt. I know most of your love for me is unconditional. I also know how much you wish I was thin. So much so that I […]
HD Village Idiot #3: yours truly
It’s amazing how bright the colors are on the streets - the red-roofed gas station, the stark sienna branches of bare trees, the skylight pouring down 30 feet of bright white sun inside a clinic. And the sounds are so incredible, too - roadhog diesel trucks going by, Latino children laughing and shouting in Spanish, angry cars […]
A recap of my week
How was yours?
Black, black, black is the color of…
Status update: Dave is fully recovered from surgery and resultant coma and is resting at home, getting ready for Thanksgiving. The first boyfriend’s energy is gone, thankfully. I guess he figured he wasn’t going to get any birthday presents from me.
And now me. Our new sideshow on the trip of life is: Possible Ulcerations of the […]
Here comes your ghost again
For some as yet unknown reason, my first boyfriend has come for a visit. In my brain. It’s like he arrived some time last week and hasn’t left. I’m rather baffled, as I haven’t thought about him in years. Sometimes I’ll think of someone and then suddenly they’ll call, or I’ll run into them, signifying […]
And now, the Change in Bowel Habits Museum presents…
The First Irritable Bowel Syndrome Festival! Yes, indeedy! It recently came to a close here in this fair city, and what a festival it was! My large intestine took center stage for 5 days straight, dancing with lions and tigers and bile, oh my! There was the Nausea Whirl, the Vomit Toss, the Cytokine-led Inflammation Parade and my […]