As I’m writing this, It is the day of NYE. I’ve been mixing up my days for the last few, but I think today is the last day of 2022? *Checks clock*. Yup. It’s December 31st, 2022. I have told both Kathleen and Ian that 2022 was a placeholder for better years. 2021 was a… Continue Reading
2021 sucked and I cannot see the backend of it soon enough. Now, to be fair, I came back from the dead twice–which is a good thing. The fact that I’m going to see 2022 is a plus in and of itself. I made this observation soon after exiting the hospital. Before my medical trauma,… Continue Reading
As 2021 comes to a close, I can’t stop thinking again about how I should not be alive. I died–twice–and came back to life–twice! So much happened to me that I can’t remember and perhaps my favorite exchange of the year is one that was told to me in retrospect. It was when I saw… Continue Reading
So. More on my family because it’s heavy on my mind. I wrote about it at length in the last post and I want to continue with it now. I’ve written at length about what a jerk my father is. I’ve written less, however, about the betrayal of my mother, probably because it hurts more.… Continue Reading
I don’t do New Year’s resolutions because I find the end of the year to be an artificial marker of time, but in this case, I’m making an exception. Why? Because I died twice this year. If that’s not a reason to be glad to see the back side of this year, I don’t know… Continue Reading
I’ve been thinking more about gender roles because I’m still not comfortable with being called a woman. I said to Ian that while I’m not going to make a fuss when someone calls me ‘she’, I prefer to skip pronouns completely. He said he would keep that in mind, which touched me. I wasn’t necessarily… Continue Reading
The end (of the year) is nigh and I could not be happier. This was a shit year in so many ways and I cannot wait to see the back end of it. I am really hoping that 2022 kicks 2021’s ass up, down, and all around. I know I’m going to sound like a… Continue Reading
‘Twas the night before Christmas When all through the house Not a creature was stirring Except for my computer mouse. For a hot second, I was tempted to rewrite the entire poem, but then I came to my senses. It’s the end of a really rough year in so many ways. We’re still in the… Continue Reading
I used to hate Christmas. Hell, I used to hate all holidays that weren’t Halloween. But, as I’ve talked about in other posts, my recent medical scare has changed many things for me. One of them is my hatred of holidays. It’s gone. Vanished into the night. I went to Thanksgiving at my brother’s with… Continue Reading
I was talking about my relationship with gender (none) in the previous post and I want to continue that discussion here. Being in the hospital changed me for life. One reason was because of the total loss of privacy. I had a team of 2-to4 people 24/7, and one of them was checking my vitals… Continue Reading