What I’d Set Out to Do I never intended to practice family law. It was so far off my radar, I did not take a single class in family law in law school. My focus was entirely on Constitutional law and litigation. Through my involvement in the local anti-war movement and a bar association with…
The Day I Didn’t Get a Blood Transfusion, Part Three … in which I get an official, if brief, reprieve Last time on The Day I Didn’t Get a Blood Transfusion, our hero changed her mind a bunch of times; annoyed Dr. Flatline; and went for a wheelchair ride during which she told Fabulous about…
I’ve spent pretty much my whole life hating my body. I’ve been overweight forever. Actually, that’s a lie. When I was young, I was a perfectly healthy weight; I just didn’t believe it. I didn’t look like one of Charlie’s Angels (my favorite was Jaclyn Smith) or Wonder Woman or any of the rail-thin, badass…
… in which I’m maybe not the best patient ever Previously on The Day I Didn’t Get a Blood Transfusion, our hero starts losing blood and is instructed to discontinue Coumadin, one of her blood thinners. The ever-stoic Dr. Flatline admits he can’t decide whether she should go to the hospital promptly for a transfusion…
… in which we meet the cast of characters and discover there’s a problem Cast of Characters Patricia: Erstwhile attorney, heart patient. Has braved around-the-world travel and survived a Widowmaker, yet still is uncomfortable with discussing “girl things.” And with spiders. The Buddhist: Patricia’s longsuffering husband, caretaker and all around good guy. Official transporter of…
I’ve not been doing a very good job of posting the bits and bobs I wrote during my month away from the blog with that medical setback. Below is an update I wrote in February. I’ve deleted a giant part about guilt. Cliff’s Notes version: I feel really guilty about my husband having to do…
A month! I launch this blog and then disappear for a month! Sheesh. Sorry about that. Shortly after publishing, I had a medical SNAFU that left me too weak and fog-headed to put words together in a way that would make sense outside my blood-deprived mind. I did manage to scribble a bunch of notes…
Heart disease is the number one cause of death for American women. It kills more women than breast cancer and all the other cancers combined. That’s nutty, right? I knew that women could have heart attacks, but I’d really thought it was a field dominated by men. Apparently I was not the only person who…
I’m giving up on the recipes page, at least for now. Taking pix and noting every step just adds too much time to an already cumbersome process. Plus, I get the feeling that I am in an extreme minority with all my food restrictions for health and medicine interaction on top of the restrictions based…
Today was another gym day. I’ve decided to start calling Cardiac Rehabilitation “the gym.” It sounds so much less heart-patienty, doesn’t it? It’s 3 days a week for 12 weeks, then presumably I continue afterward at some other gym that doesn’t wire you to heart monitors and take your blood pressure 3 times per visit.…
