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Recap of my doctor’s appointment this morning: Me: I rush to get there at 9:25 a.m. which is 15 minutes earlier than my scheduled appointment of 9:40 a.m. Me: 9:30 a.m. I fill out paperwork as instructed. Me: 9:33 a.m. I get weighed. I’ve lost 4 pounds since last time. Me: 9:35 a.m. Blood pressure […]

Now that I finally made it through the (second) MRI intact, it’s time to get my records ready for my follow-up appointment with the orthopedic surgeon coming up on August 4. Today, I called the imaging place down in Kirkland and explained that I needed the report as soon as possible. The nice woman explained […]

Yeah, I might be a little addicted to hydrangeas. (And bad hairstyles until my left shoulder heals up all the way.) I guess it’s better than being addicted to booze or drugs. And really, can a person have too many hydrangeas?

When I finally got through with my MRI—successfully this time as opposed to last time—I texted my husband four rapid memes right in a row as my driver drove my sleepy body home. (Valium is a wonderful thing.) What more could a person want to help celebrate this momentous occasion than Jesus, some random exuberant […]

Boy, according to this blog post I did back in 2016, I sure am afraid of a lot of things. The sad thing is, I’m talking all boldly in that post about how I’m not going to be afraid anymore. Instead, I have added rattlesnakes and MRIs to the list. Wish me luck today y’all. […]

This is a form I just submitted to the imaging place in Kirkland that is supposed to perform my MRI tomorrow. Here is what I could have said: “THIS BETTER BE AN OPEN MRI MACHINE, YOU HEAR ME?!!!! The last “scheduler” that told me the one in Bellingham was an open MRI was a big, […]

No wonder I feel like an addlepated slug lately. Since February, when this shoulder injury first began, I think I was averaging 250 steps per day.

Side pony tail. Clip pulling hair back. Bun at the nape of the neck (with husband’s help). It takes about as much time to do my hair as it does to get a project done in the garden. I want my body to go back to normal. And yes, I realize that normal is a […]

I’ve been doing a ton of gardening—9,000 steps, 12,000 steps, 21,000 steps—and a lot of complaining (sorry) about my sore shoulder. But, can we just take a moment to notice all the new hairstyles I’ve managed to come up with because I can’t lift my arm?