A while ago I wrote about being sleepy. I now have an answer, a reason for all that sleepiness: sleep apnea. It's not sexy, but it's also not conversion disorder, which was my big fear. So there's something actually wrong that the data supports, and you cannot imagine how exciting that is to someone who … Continue reading Wakeful
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A Speck of an Inkling of a Possibility
Recently I invited someone close to me to share in a vision with me for my future as a writer and artist. Being admirably honest and intensely specific, they said of my prospects: "It is like a speck of an inkling of a possibility." That was Sunday. On Monday I returned to my desk and … Continue reading A Speck of an Inkling of a Possibility
Sleepy
For more than a year I have suggested to my healthcare providers that I'm depressed because I sleep so much, not--as had been presumed--that I sleep because I'm depressed. The doctors have listened. But the wheels of healthcare churn slowly through a miasma of mucky insurance and murky interdepartmental harangues. It is four days shy … Continue reading Sleepy
End of Year
I plan life to be smooth, if curved, and sensical. Like this: I prepare for a life far more messy and nonlinear. Often, my life resembles the second wire spool: knotted, circling back on itself, with periods of thick and periods stretched thin. The year of our Lord two thousand nineteen has been no different. … Continue reading End of Year
Puppy Love
In late July Edmond Animal Shelter announced it was out of beds for dogs. I had flirted with the notion of adoption for months, but my husband was on an entirely different page. So I did what any self-respecting non-practicing lawyer would do: I built a case. I need a service dog. Those are expensive … Continue reading Puppy Love