Hello blogging buddies. It's me popping in with an update. I wish posting were an easier, like back in the days when it was. I confess that it is far from easy. I used to rely on Mr. to help me feel life was easier for things like opening up the Kimchi bottle for the… Continue reading When Memories of Easy Make Life a Bit Easier
To Heck with a Word for The New Year, I Gave Myself A Title Instead
As I sit here, slamming sipping down the last few swallows of my cup of coffee, which by the way I've learned to 'enjoy' immensely in those few early moments each day before the real work for the day starts, I picture myself in my new self-proclaimed role as DoON. Director of Obstacle Navigation I… Continue reading To Heck with a Word for The New Year, I Gave Myself A Title Instead
It’s a Time Dilation Blur Where Those 87 Days Went!
Recovery of any sorts includes the passage of time relative to the parties going through it. There is a real thing called "time dilation". Perhaps that is what I/we feel? I can't tell you how many times we say to each other, "It's time dilation striking again." I do know, time flies in a different… Continue reading It’s a Time Dilation Blur Where Those 87 Days Went!
Mysteries, Medications, and Mushrooms Signaling Recovery Delays and Successes
A year ago, we were devastated about Mr. being essentially stuck in a nursing home until...well, we didn't know when, how we'd do it, or if he would even be able to come home. The reality of the situation was overwhelming. And frankly, a blur when (I) we think back to that time. I was… Continue reading Mysteries, Medications, and Mushrooms Signaling Recovery Delays and Successes
As the Poppy Turns, So Too Does Another Month
I've come down with a bug of sorts. It could be called time blindness. Or "I Have Too Much Sh*t on My Mind." I don't think I was bitten by anything, but, no matter what it is, it's the feeling of having too much rolling around in my brain that I lose track of time.… Continue reading As the Poppy Turns, So Too Does Another Month
A Year Later…
As I hop briefly into the blogosphere, I feel like a bunny that's been in hiding. Every waking moment you can find me hop from thing, to thing, to thing - my to do list multiplies before my eyes. I try desperately to find a sturdy rock to rest on, briefly, as I move onto… Continue reading A Year Later…