Life with cats, and other things…
A loud noise, just after lunch, sent Blackie spiraling. Visions of another stunned turkey came to mind. But it was just this crystal orb. It had suddenly flown off the window ledge And bounced across the floor. Who knows why? Rising at "crack of sparrow" for an appointment didn't do much for my sleep deprivation. … Continue reading Disenchanted
This morning I discovered, much to my surprise, that I had scored a small victory! Nothing earth-shattering and nothing that will matter in the very least to anyone. The two surgeries I had on my spine, in 2007 caused nerve damage that affected my right leg. My right ankle is permanently a bit "unreliable". And … Continue reading Being prepared
In the event it could be helpful to someone else in a similar situation, let me "share" my experience with weaning off oxycodone so far. I'm not all the way there yet and the home stretch could be the really hard part. It depends, really, how many challenges you undertake at the same time, I … Continue reading Making changes
One of my two "Christmas trees". After due consideration, I arrived at the conclusion that weaning off oxycodone is returning me to my natural state, that being bad-tempered bitch. For reason unknown (I don't want to know), I thought it was "cool" to have a fiery temper when I was young. Perhaps it was a … Continue reading Upside? Down?
Fudge. It's what my brain feels like as I try to juggle the various drugs that keep me mobile every day. Sometimes lately it's like walking through thick mud trying to find two sensible thoughts to put together. The one thing I have missed since moving back to New York is the sessions I had … Continue reading Fudge