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This Counts as Medical Research, Right?

October 26, 2012 by


Tuesday Hospitals should not play Gray’s Anatomy in the ER. I think it freaks people out. Doctors petted me and stole all my blood and told me I was weird (not news). Wednesday Me: I have a letter from the hospital to my doctor telling her to… I don’t know, ultrasound me or something when […]

Don’t Worry Bear

October 23, 2012 by


Don’t Worry Bear by Greg Foley is a book that you should all read. It is about being a bear and not worrying. It is only 24 pages long. It may also be about friendship. But that’s quite deep comparatively, and I’m not sure my head is up to it right now. I think, in […]

Sick as a Dog*

October 22, 2012 by


Paul S: How are you so warm? Me: Aw, you couldn’t have gone with ‘you’re so hot’? I could have made so many dodgy jokes. My temperature keeps going up and down like a lemming in an elevator but the doc says as long as it stay below ‘hallucinations’ I’ll be fine. So the plan […]

Screaming Inarticulately at Inanimate Objects is a Valid Life Choice

October 18, 2012 by


Today is not going well so far. So I thought instead of yelling at you guys (who are probably innocent, well, innocent of this) I would go and yell at the ceiling. It’s not its fault either but it’s very stoic and probably won’t fall on me if it gets in a snit. To distract you I […]

This is Perfectly Normal Behaviour

October 9, 2012 by


Arkem: You said something before that I thought should be addressed. You said you were writing. Possibly still are? Me: …yes. Arkem: Right. Then I wanted to make you aware of something. It’s Sunday. That’s a day when traditionally people don’t work. Me: Yes. Um. I couldn’t help it. You left me alone in the […]

Perspective is Everything

September 20, 2012 by


I am sick not sick. I am not dead fine. I am going to live through get so much writing done today. Just so we’re clear.    

Books are Good in Bed

September 19, 2012 by


Also excellent when sick. Flat surface to line tablet up on so you can stare at them, depressed. Blunt object to beat yourself to death with. Frustration relief (if you don’t mind throwing them across the room). Distraction. Cure-all.    

Conspiracy of Microbes

September 18, 2012 by


I feel… unbalanced. Or Wizards does.* Partly this is because I just wrote three scenes from Gray’s P.O.V. in a row (I kept shifting to Jamie and then muttering ‘no’ and flipping it) but mostly I think, it’s because I’m sick. I’m still working (mostly) but I’ve lost my perspective. Yesterday I wrote the next […]

Time Means Nothing, Never Will Again

July 18, 2012 by


I don’t have an ear infection. I don’t. Which is good as I’m getting on a fourteen hour flight today. But I did have one last week. Which made my doctor give me a disturbing number of tablets under the theory that, given the situation, ‘extreme prejudice’ was the approach to take. (Including saying, You […]

Sleep is a Drug and I Want More

July 12, 2012 by


Me: Would you remind me tomorrow to make a doctor’s appointment? Rick: I reminded you today. Me: Yes, but I was writing. So I was all la la la, go away. Rick: Oh doom. Me: Don’t do that. I was writing! You don’t interrupt writing for frivolous administrative pursuits. Rick: Like your health and well-being. […]