Oops

The deal with my now-blue hair is that I thought dying it blue would cheer me up. I've been unhappy with short hair, and while there is nothing I can do to make it grow faster, I figured that a pretty color would make me smile. I wanted turquoise but because that color is unstable, my stylist added more blue, and this is what I've got.  Read more »

I am funky-colored today, from my tippy-top to my bim-bam bottom. Well, actually, just in those areas, not in between. I woke up to my new cobalt blue hair (oh my!) and a huge purple bruise on my bum (ouch!) that I obtained by falling down the stairs yesterday. I feel slick. Yeah, baby.  Read more »

Yesterday, I had a dental appointment to have a crown put on. I know that I promised to rest for a week to help myself get over the bronchitis/asthmatic thing, but I reasoned that it was a quick appointment that I had already postponed twice already, so it was best to get it over with. Because it would be so fast (maybe 30 minutes) I decided to forego lydocaine and do it without any numbing. I thought it would make it easier to have lunch with a friend immediately afterward if I wasn't doing embarrassing things like biting my cheek repeatedly or drooling.  Read more »

Last night, at 4 am, I was awakened out of a fussy, feverish sleep to hear a strange voice saying, "Mwa-mwa-mwom-mwa-mwa in KITCHEN!"

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I knew it was our talking smoke/carbon monoxide alarm telling me to change an alarm battery or that that it was defective or that I should do the hokey-poky, so I rolled out of bed, ran up the stairs, and pulled a stepladder out of the closet. I was setting it up under the kitchen alarm (which I mounted to the ceiling) when Kathy said she could do it. I waved her away, climbed the stepladder, took the alarm off the bracket, and then...realized I was about to pass out.  Read more »

After ten days of extreme fatigue, yesterday my energy came back, and the various medicines I was prescribed started working. I wouldn't say I felt healthy, but energy can make up for a whole lot of things.

Of course, I wanted to make up for lost time, so I started cleaning immediately. I even pulled out the vacuum cleaner and started moving furniture in the living room, determined to transform the place before Kathy got home. It was sort of a, "Look, I'm all better!" attempt. This went fine until I moved a small round table with a thick marble top. The marble top lifted up as I moved it and then slammed back down on my finger.

OW!  Read more »