For about 10 years, I’ve been dealing with shoulder pain. I never could figure it out. Finally, my Primary Care Physician referred me to an Orthopedist and we got to work. After a physical, I did four weeks of rehab work, to no avail. Let me tell you something. It sucks to have shoulder pain.
Jenny gets me. Like, totally. Jenny totally gets me. God, that sounds dumb the more I say it, but I don’t know how else to get the point across: Jenny understands the freaking weirdo who types these words better than anyone should know anyone, regardless of relationship. Case in point? Apparently, she can hear my
Last night, George sent me a link, and it made my day. It seems like somehow, the world is starting to grow up. It’s about damned time. Too many people today are forced to deal with “bathroom shame” for many reasons. Being Trans (-gendered -sexual) can cause a lot of confusion for a lot of
Okay, so I have a problem with this. Can you guess what it is? “We’re not always worth loving.” BULLSHIT. I have been in so many situations where I wasn’t treated with the love I deserved, because I was convinced I didn’t deserve it. I have been beat up by “good men.” I have been
Cleaning. More cleaning. Sorting. More Sorting. Un-stack boxes, take stuff out of one box. Put it in another box, stack those boxes. There has just been so much cleaning/organizing going on around our house. It feels pretty awesome most of the time, but it leaves me so damned drained. It’s weird, though. A year ago, I
Jenny and I had dinner with some friend-type people we don’t know very well last night, and it was great. However, we found ourselves in that awkward why-doesn’t-someone-say-something-here stage several times. So, I did what I always do: I talked. No, I talked. You might have noticed (by reading all this stuff) that I always have
I came a cross this, and had to share it with you all. I’m sorry I don’t have a crazy awesome post for you, but I killed too many trolls last night, and forgot to—you know—live. On the plus side, I have a spotless kitchen, Jenny made pie, and my day was great! Also, pie
So, yesterday was my first day of my new “workweek” schedule. It went well, but getting up so early is NOT what I’d call “fun.” I ended up working more than strictly nessecary, and got less time to goof off than I wanted, so I will make a point to learn from that. The idea
Yesterday was our 1 year anniversary, so Jenny and I went to Flagstaff, AZ, to have brunch at Little America Hotel. We then enjoyed a scenic drive home, and enjoyed the little fall foliage Arizona has to offer. I had a blast. I was also manic as hell. I missed my meds on Saturday night,
So, I know I’ve said it before, but Jenny is awesome. The stuff that happens between us on a regular basis is pretty great. Sometimes it’s big stuff, like taking me to the hospital. Or, making me eat because I forget to. You know, she generally keeps me alive. But she doesn’t always get credit
