It’s my birthday.  If things had gone differently 28 days ago, I wouldn’t be celebrating one.  That’s such a weird thought, but it’s true every day, isn’t it?  Today is my birthday, but if things had gone differently Saturday when we dropped off and picked up the kids from their friends’ houses in the car…

My life was pretty sedentary before.  As a lawyer, most of my work time was spent sitting down.  Court appearances and client meetings move you around a little, but mostly, it’s a sit down job for most types of attorneys.  When I’d finish my workday, I’d sit on my couch and check email and FaceBook;…

This is my new normal. Sitting in the lobby of the Anticoagulation Clinic at the hospital for another INR check to see how quickly my blood clots on the blood thinners I am taking.  They are not really blood thinners; that is a misnomer. They don’t thin your blood, they simply prevent it from clotting…

When I went to the hospital, folks were really vague and uncommunicative about what was wrong with me.  I’d been in the ICU for almost 10 hours when a nurse who I was pretty much disobeying asked, “Do you even understand what’s happening here?  You’re having a heart attack. You know that, right?” I was…

It’s 5am.  I can’t sleep.  Well, I’ve been sleeping most of the day and eve, but have awoken.  I’ve been having weird dreams since the heart attack. Even weirder than before it, which were already dreams that soundly fell in the weird category. I’m drinking a cup of rice nog, a treat we allowed ourselves…

I ate my dead rabbit’s oats today.  He always enjoyed them as such a treat.  He would eat out of my hand and tickle my palm with his whiskers.  He was awesome. Since Peanut died, the big canister of oats has been untouched. Then I had a heart attack. It’s really hard to figure out…

I’m actually writing this on February 8.  I’ve been meaning to write it for weeks. It’s been delaying the “launch” of my blog for over a month now; I just haven’t been able to bring myself to do it.  Sigh. I’m coming to terms with the fact that I had a heart attack, yet thinking about…

Writing a blog is such a weird thing.  I mean, it takes a certain amount of narcissism to think that your life is so interesting or that you have anything to say that is worthy of a few of the finite number of minutes people have in their lives.  I don’t know.  Maybe that’s the…