For a while there, I thought I’d contracted the bubonic plague. I know I don’t really have the plague and my symptoms were vastly different, but I felt like death and have a tendency for the melodramatic sometimes. I couldn’t even go near poor Little Squiggle for fear of causing her to mutate into a…
760 words today. I’m on fire. I haven’t gotten to my Sydney Writer’s work yet, I spent all day in and out of the x-ray/ultrasound clinic and then for another hour or so at the doctors. The verdict – cholecystectomy (fancy word meaning cutting out my gallbladder). Very unimpressed with the verdict, but given the…
I have had a terrible start to my goal this weekend. I woke up at 4am Saturday with the most excrutiating back pain, which then spread through my ribs and stomach. This wasn’t the first time I’d experienced this, but it was by far the most painful. I’d depleted my drug cabinet last time and…
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