grumble
I promise this blog will not document my illnesses. Oy, I could tell stories if I wanted to. Trust me. E is now sick (I swear i was told I wasn’t contagious!) and I’m sitting here grumbling about the intense pain (which first started shortly after I laid down to sleep Yom Kippur night) in the right side of my face. I’m wondering if my claws nails are long & sharp enough to either tear out my teeth or my sinuses. I’m wondering if i should get off my bum and put the heat thing back in the microwave. In any case, I start googling. Joyous. I love the results I find: one, two [oh dear], three, four, five [arg]. Please don’t forget about spoon theory it applies to Lupus (which Christina has) and many many other things.
Carry on.
on this day...
- slowly growing - 2007
- monday night roundup - 2005






Have you noticed that, no matter what the medical condition is, the cure for a woman is to get pregnant? Victorian sensibilities are alive and well, it seems.