Archive For The “Life” Category
The rudeness of our first OB prompted me to get a second opinion. I couldn’t deal with her and her miracles. I needed someone to tell me the truth or at least act like they cared. I called into work and made an appointment with a different practice where one of their female doctors was [...]
It began with the hot flashes. It was September, after all, and the building that I work has an air conditioner that is notorious for breaking. I kept telling my friends at work that it must be “The Change.” Which doesn’t happen at the ripe old age of 28, so it seemed like a good [...]
This is how I feel about 2011. In the past twelve months, we have survived two layoffs at work, a kidney biopsy, and both of us working 2 jobs (or in Pete’s case, working 2 jobs and going to school). We got a diagnosis for Pete that said future children will have over a 50% [...]
As a Lit major, I love poetry. If you had told me that the hours I spent analyzing it and writing papers would make me actually memorize passages I would have told you I’m not that hardcore. And yet. It comes to me at unexpected moments. When I wrote the post about the latest in [...]
By Lindsay | September 6, 2011
We are sitting in the waiting room at Mayo Clinic and Pete is reading Cat Fancy. It’s Biopsy Day #2. Biopsy Day #1 was a waste of time and money. The doctor at Florida Hospital did not take enough of a tissue sample and sent it to what I’m now calling a nephropathology farm, so [...]
This is It by James Broughton This is It and I am It and You are It and so is That and He is It and She is It and It is It and That is That O It is Thus and It is Them and It is [...]
When I told people I was going home to pack up my childhood room, they wondered what I would still have there to bring back. I’m not a hoarder or anything, but I am a memory keeper. When I got home on Tuesday with two plastic containers (one with things I had picked out to keep, and another one to go through), I also had two boxes of notes and Letters from 1996-1997. I think that’s 7th grade. Peter asked me, “You’ve kept these since 1996? So even your 7th grade self thought they were important?”
On my cousin Roxane’s 21st birthday, we took her out to Pat O’Brien’s. There was lots of singing and the drinking of hurricanes. Poor Pete was stuck with buzzed versions me, my sister, and Roxy. And as I was singing along to some song, Jason called. It was around 11:30 at night, which to me [...]
So I’m pretty much obsessed with all things pit bull right now. I read pit bull blogs, I read articles, I’m hopefully contributing to Stubby Dog, and I’m looking for somewhere to volunteer. Giving up Joey was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, but his awesomeness really made me fall in love with his breed.
