I’m comfortable with confrontation where most would say they are not. I don’t beat around the bush or sugarcoat things to make myself or others feel more comfortable. These are typical areas where people claim to be “out of their... Continue Reading →
This is my last post from Rochester, New York. It's been a long six weeks. And I am wiped out. My mom was here last week. She did the rest of the kitchen, wrapping all the glass items and cleaned... Continue Reading →
It’s not easy being in between. In between doctors. In between jobs (Paul not me) in between homes. I wrote that line in July and there was so much up in the air that I never took it from notebook... Continue Reading →
Remembering the bright spot in each day, week… month is important. That’s also why I take photos of me and Paul on little every day outings – just enjoying life. Flowers, beer, clouds, us... Also, we take turns singing at... Continue Reading →
Thoughts run through my mind but my head is too cloudy to remember… thinking over the month of May… Did it go fast or slow? Have I accomplished anything? Have I made any decisions? Progress with health? Static. All I... Continue Reading →
Well, It forces me to contemplate things that maybe I wouldn’t otherwise have taken the time to express. It is cathartic. It also has the opportunity for someone to stumble upon it and affirm that they are not alone, usually,... Continue Reading →
My February glucagon test proved fruitful. I have no growth hormone, none! I need "some" at the very least without even taking into consideration that my body worked on much higher levels of GH most of my life before the... Continue Reading →
I’ve told many tales of doctors trying to gaslight me — all true. I’ve mentioned my functional medicine doctor. He is quite brilliant, alas, the evil overlords of insurance companies hold my health in the balances. You see I have... Continue Reading →
What is good art? Well that depends on you, your preferences and tastes. Art, first and foremost does not exist to be political!Yes, yes it has been made a tool for division. Art is subjective. Go ahead, say it is... Continue Reading →
Vive LaFrance: Life as I know it 