illness

I’m sure I’m not alone in this, but when I was a girl, I had a brilliant notion: what if I could have all of the sicknesses of my lifetime at once, rather than having them parceled out here and there, when they were least expected and seldom welcome? Or, because I quickly figured out […]

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Yesterday morning, I finished reading Unbroken, the true-life story of Louis Zampirini’s triumphant, plague-filled journey from punk kid to Olympic runner to WWII Air Force bombadier to POW to haunted veteran to redeemed hero. It’s an amazing story. As I tore through it on my Kindle, the only way for the spindly-limbed gal to fly when […]

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Pulling out of a flare is a tricky business. You get better on a very slow upward trajectory, with occasional “two-steps-back” days from eating too volatile a mix of ordinary ingredients (oh, BOY, do canned tuna and hard-boiled eggs not mix) or too “advanced” of an item. Yesterday, after weeks of not tasting an uncooked […]

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I’m into Week #3 of the Cold That Would Not Die. Admittedly, part of this is probably my fault: I pushed myself way too hard on Thursday and Friday, emotionally and physically. Sometimes you can’t avoid these things; sometimes, you don’t want to. At any rate, it is an interesting thing, being forced to slow […]

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Back in September of 2002, I started drawing my colon. I first drew it on the day after my second-ever colonoscopy, the day I was finally told how bad off I really was in unequivocal, Western-medical terms (“aggressive onset,” white-cell count, colostomy, etc.). I continued drawing it once per day, every day, for months afterward, […]

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First, a tickle Then an ache or two and many more yawns but not too many to push through Fair warning for what comes next: the sore throat creeping down the pipes the foul fog crawling up my skull lodging here and there Squeezing in behind my eyes while I squeeze in one more call […]

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May 11, 2009 5

Quiet, please

One of the chief changes between Colleen of the Past and Colleen of the Present is a dramatic reduction in the Noise Tolerance Threshold.* I’m not sure what this is about, exactly. The younger me spent copious amounts of alone time, but definitely liked commotion: city noise, constant soundtrack of AM commercial pop radio, thrum […]

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I have said it before and I will reiterate for clarity (and possible trolls): I am no buddhist. I am not even, like The Sweet BF, one of the half-assed variety. But the more I read of it (which is still precious little, okay, trolls?) and the more of life I see and experience, the […]

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Feb 23, 2009 4

‘ello, guvnor!

I’ve written about the cold as governor before, but it bears repeating (or at least, my body has decided it does). Getting sick, while nothing most of us would wish on ourselves, no matter how insignificant the illness, is, like most things, what you make of it. (And by “you,” I mean “me.”) My colds […]

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This is Day 8 of a 21-day effort to see the good in what might, at first, look like an irredeemable drag. Its name comes from a classic bit of dialogue uttered by actor Kevin Bacon in a classic film of my generation, Animal House. In my family, we were not blessed with good teeth […]

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