Maybe it’s the rum or the sun or the fresh food or the cool breeze or the sleep I’m finally getting, but I’ve been a little bit melancholy on what should have been an awesomely happy trip. There’s been a day or two when I just needed some gentle reassurance that I’m okay and that I can actually have fun if I want to, but I feel like I’ve hit a wall in a bunch of ways and I can’t…
(Original title – The Writing on the Wall) Yeah, I know, but it was kind of perfect to keep the original title. I feel like it’s time for another jumbled rant. So I was sitting in Chicago’s O’Hare Airport, 90 minutes until my flight leaves, scrolling through Facebook. An article appears about how our pursuit of happiness is making us more anxious than ever, and it got me thinking. “Follow your bliss” is the biggest bit of bullshit I have…
(Original title – Mudbloods and Murmurs) The cancer life continues – I have had post-op review with my oncologist, bone scan, palliative care appointment for pain, and a bone and CT scan. I’ve been dealing with a lot of pain over the past six weeks or so, mostly at night when I lay down to go to sleep. So now I have a brand new prescription for morphine, which seems like fun. It’s now another two tablets a day on…
(Today’s chapter name isn’t a pun, but an anagram of the chapter title, “Nicholas Flamel”) Just in case you were thinking about developing your very own special mutant boob or other body part, I’ve made a list of pros and cons to having cancer. Here’s the pros: My work has an insurance policy that means I can take up to 2 years off work at 75% of my income, so I don’t have to report to Centrelink and I am…