There’s a white circular patch under the right side of my tongue. Doctor thinks it’s an ulcer; she’s referring me to an ear, nose, and throat guy. She did admit they may need to take a biopsy, to rule out pre-cancerous concerns. So yeah. Fifty-five and moving into the “is this gonna kill me?” phase…

I had a simple choice to make: have lunch (salad) or take an hour nap. This should’ve taken 30 seconds, most, to decide. It took me over five minutes. Settled on the salad. Of course you need a drink to go with that. I chose chocolate milk. That only took thirty seconds. And five seconds…

You know what’s ironic? I wanna write. But I can’t. Because my fucking computer keeps freezing. I’m taking it into the shop tomorrow. I’ll have to haul out the laptop in the interim. I just don’t feel like doing that now.

I woke at 5am with a blood sugar level of 3.3. To be in range is 5.0-7.0. This isn’t the first time it’s happened of late. Without fail I will wake up shaking, curse the blood glucose monitor and wander out to procure something to bolster my sugar. It’s 5:45am now, and I am preparing…

I had a blanket when I was a toddler. Pink, with blue bears. When I’d finally given it up, the fabric was frayed and the stuffing spilled out. But it was my blanket. I get now why Linus never wanted to give his up. When things get bad, all you had to do was throw…

‘E’s not pinin’! ‘E’s passed on! This parrot is no more! He has ceased to be! ‘E’s expired and gone to meet ‘is maker! ‘E’s a stiff! Bereft of life, ‘e rests in peace! If you hadn’t nailed ‘im to the perch ‘e’d be pushing up the daisies! ‘Is metabolic processes are now ‘istory! ‘E’s…

My temper drew the short straw today. No trigger. Things just get under my skin more easily. I’m seriously not trying to lash out at the world beyond, but it’s difficult. My computer was having a memory issue (I’m gonna pimp my ride with an additional 24 gig of RAM, but it has yet to…

Was tossing a rinsed cup into recycling when I had the realization. I haven’t had a single anxiety attack all day. No perceptible slips into depression. Sure, physically I feel like shit. I can handle that. Not to jinx it. But I’m riding this fucker for as long as it’ll let me.

Here’s the thing about mental health. My mental health. I wouldn’t presume to speak for others. Ninety percent of the time, I am on solid footing. My meds work, my stress is manageable, I am clear-minded. I am, for lack of a better word, myself. What you see is who I am. Then there’s the…

There’s something about the first snowfall of the season. The silence as the flakes drift down from the sky. The way it carpets the ground in white. It’s a beautiful sight. What’s not beautiful is being woken by a dog who really needs to pee. It’s nearly thirty minutes later and I’m still groggy. Hopefully…