Saturday night the Nearly and I went with my mother and cousin to see Eartha Kitt, who looks better at 79 than I do now, thank you very much. She hiked up her skirt to do a spry Charleston at one point and I nearly collapsed with envy. Perhaps she has prosthetic legs, and that […]
Writing about relationship problems in the midst of infertility is hard–though some are brave enough to do it. But it feels taboo, somehow, and as if judgement is sure to follow. Which is odd: couples therapists are fond of naming money and sex as the two primary causes of marriage problems, and infertility hits […]
Yesterday was my flex day. This month I started a new work schedule whereby I work one normal week, and then one wonky week with four ten hour days and Tuesday off. The theory being that I can schedule all of my doctor’s appointments for those Tuesdays, in order to avoid using my vacation time […]
Receiving a letter in this age of email, instant messaging, and captioned photographs shot deliriously from cell phone to cell phone—Look! A fat man! A funny hat! A chicken!—is a joy. Words, whole words, not abbreviated, linked together to form sentences, printed on paper by someone who cares enough to spell out the words “for” […]
Good news first: my clotting tests came back normal. Dr. Doctor is not sure what happened, her best guess being that some sort of “dilutant” accidentally made it’s way into my first blood sample.
On the message, Dr. Doctor invited me to call her with questions, and chirpily asserted that she’d “see me in a month […]
1. Take first dose of Metformin Friday evening.
2. Wake during night to ominous gurgling from digestive tract.
3. Saturday morning, tempt fate by telling the Nearly, the Internet, and your mother that though you feel poorly, it is Not So Bad, and certainly nothing you can’t handle with pluck, determination, and a dash of Pioneer Spirit.
4. Immediately begin feeling worse.
5. And–improbably–worse.
6. Around […]
Thankful salutations to those who have commented in honor of de-lurking week–I simply adore getting comments. Perhaps it will get old, eventually, and I will merely dismiss them with a languid wave of my manicured hand before rising from my desk to ring a tiny bell alerting my kitchen staff that I am in the […]
For years there has been a squat brown building two blocks from my mother’s house, marked by a swinging sign that reads: “CPA’s”.
This superfluous apostrophe has provided me with hours of geekish pleasure. I always pictured the place as a specialty neighborhood tavern—accountants only—with abacuses (abaci?) hanging from the walls and bartenders wearing green light […]
Because it has occurred to me that not all of you share my deep and abiding love for test results, today I offer you two separate posts. We here at Flotsam aim to please, and so allow me to present Door #1—a post about sundry non-reproductive topics, and Door #2—a post devoted entirely to yesterday’s […]
Because it has occurred to me that not all of you share my deep and abiding love for test results, today I offer you two separate posts. We here at Flotsam aim to please, and so allow me to present Door #1—a post about sundry non-reproductive topics, and Door #2—a post devoted entirely to Friday’s […]
It is three whole days into 2006 and I have made nary a resolution. I have so much I would like to do and so little confidence that I will accomplish any of it—it is enough to make a girl take up drinking (if she hadn’t already) looking at the year laid out ahead like […]
