3-D as in all three parts of my right knee are fucked up. Shit. Plenty of blame to go around. Going up and down those fucking stairs at Pit and Balcony when I did the Wedding Singer. Being on high dose of prednisone which masked the symptoms of the damage I was doing. Being a…
Went to visit my sister at the nursing home today. They have a fairly advanced system for tagging visitors. You stand in front of a machine that takes your temperature, your photo, asks who you are visiting (unless you’ve been there before, in which case, it uses facial recognition to match you to the patient…
You know what I made for Thanksgiving? Reservations. My sister Linda is in a wheelchair. My sister Linda recently had her hip replacement replaced. For some time, the prosthesis in her hip was shedding bits of metal and her body had an immune response and all hell broke loose in her body – it’s called…
Lest you think the Halloween spirit is not alive and well with me!
Remember when I used to love Prednisone? Well, that was before I found out what big doses over a couple of months can do to you. Let’s see, side effects include: Blurry and double vision, sores in mouth and sore tongue, huge blood glucose swings (350+ to 40 DAILY!!!). runny nose (after eating and any…
Whew. I’m back (at least, for now, because you know how I tend to disappear periodically). It’s been a week since The Wedding Singer (The Musical) closed, and I’m still recovering. Doing a show at 70 is a whole lot different than doing a show at say, 50 or 60 or even 69 (heh-heh). I…
Did you know turkeys whistle? I sure as shit didn’t. Dear husband and I are sitting in our family room, with the door to the sun porch open, and damn, if we didn’t hear somebody whistling in our backyard! Repeatedly! WTF? Husband goes to investigate, and I hear him exclaim, “You have to come see…
I know, I know. I haven’t posted in a very long time. I got no excuses. Shit happened that I could have posted (and of course, it’s all lost to the ages now, lost in the foggy, foggy recesses of my fat old lady head), and I didn’t. I even thought about it – “This…
I had the kind of day where you constantly have one more (little) thing to get done. And for a change, instead of ignoring those (little) things, I actually did them. I changed the pee pads under the cat box (because Berta thinks using the cat box is a matter of close enough is good…
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 