Not my last port stick, but last time I'm hooked up to an IV tower. Yes, we all wear masks the whole time, now. Check out my total lack of eyelashes! Disclaimer: I didn't sleep until 5am today (3 whopping hours WOO) because I'm out of sleep aids for the steroid chemo day insomnia. This… Continue reading Yes, I’m Tired of Cancer Updates Too.
Today's post is not fun, and you should probably stop before my whining really begins. I'll have a better one next time...I have some ideas for upcoming posts. This isn't easy. I'm tired, and sad, and just fucking done. Cancer is a marathon, and for most of it I've been pretty isolated, even before my… Continue reading Not Pretending
Yesterday I had my second round of treatment for the two drug cocktail. For people keeping score, I'm now 1/2 way through the first 4 cycles. I'll have an additional 12 of a different drug after these are done. I am tolerating it ok as long as I stay on top of my nausea-med schedule… Continue reading Chemo is an Interesting Monster – Round 2
Wednesday was a day of doctors. I suppose I should be getting used to that, but so far I haven't. My surgical follow up was exactly as planned, except for getting a LOOK and a very snarky "and now you're sore, AREN'T YOU" comment from the surgeon for shoveling that morning. Yeah yeah. Lesson learned.… Continue reading A Booby Prize
I've started and deleted this post approximately 700 bazillion times in the past few weeks, as doctors have poked and prodded (oops, sorry about that second stick, the one that went into the muscle!) and set new appointments and "just check to be sure everything is ok" tests have been scheduled and endured. Even now,… Continue reading Bye Francis (This post is not safe for work or pretty much any other respectable sensibility.)
Retired bull rider Jason Waters is about as tightly wound and uncomfortable as a cowboy can be. He fits every surface assumption about a rodeo athlete more accustomed to thousand pound pissed off animals than people: lean, quiet, calm, conservative, and unfailingly polite. Unfortunately for Jason (and luckily for us), a promise to a fellow… Continue reading Book Review: Picture Perfect Cowboy by Tiffany Reisz
Once in a while, I re-up a subscription to one of those monthly boxes of random fun stuff, just because who doesn't like getting a box of something NOT bills in the mail? This month, it was a witchybox full of various pagan bits and pieces (um, let's be clear I mean bits and pieces of… Continue reading More Things Ragnar Ate and Drunk Walrus Impersonations. These Are Unrelated.
"Art should be dangerous, you know. It should say something to society that society doesn't want to hear. Do you know what the opposite of art is? Propaganda." - The RedThis review is safe for work. The book isn't.Mona Lisa St. James made a deathbed promise to her mother, vowing to keep their struggling little… Continue reading The Red: An Erotic Fantasy by Tiffany Reisz (Spoiler-Free Review)
Today's Spamalicious Hump Day offerings from Yahoo include eight offers of various sorts of encounter with chicks I don't know. I deleted two of them for offering explicit acts...not because I'm a prude: because I probably don't want people finding my blog as a search result for them. Sigh. Also, can I just say, Stiffler was 1999.… Continue reading It Must Be Wednesday – Yahoo Thinks I’m a Rich Frat Boy
Every once in a while, people who aren't COMPLETELY horrified at the stuff I think up wonder where the hell I get some of my story ideas. I had a nifty example today...While sitting in the girl-doctor's office waiting room, no less (before being mildly annoyed that my appointment was being cancelled via phone while… Continue reading Be Careful What You Ask For?