SURGICAL LESSONS — WORK!
When I thought I needed medication, my physical therapist instead provided motivation.
When I thought I needed medication, my physical therapist instead provided motivation.
When chronic pain hits, brain fog descends. What do you do when you can’t concentrate?
“Some people go to priests, others to poetry, I to my friends.” — Virginia Woolf
Laughter is the best medicine . . . unless you’re constipated, or worse, you have to use a medical toilet; or worse — are you kidding me? — there’s nothing worse.
You learn many lessons following a tough surgery; lessons that teach you how to better ENDURE, LAUGH, BELIEVE, PLAY, WORK and RESOLVE. Today’s surgical lesson: ENDURE!
Nature always listens, but in winter it seems to listen more deeply.
When it comes to sub-freezing temperatures, I am the frozen one, thanks to water pipes that chronically freeze.
Discovering Jem’s body was not the only shock I experienced within the hour of his death.
My beloved cat, Jem — God’s good creature — offered glad company and left a lingering imprint.