So, y'all know I've been laid up with boob holes (postop wound issues following a breast reduction) for the past 6 damned weeks. That means, since I don't currently have a *real* job I've gotten some writing done, but even more TV watching and whining. MANY a conversation with friends recently has devolved into what TV we're watching right now, so at least I know I'm not alone in some bingey binging. We don't have cable, but when this started, we already had the following str
GOOD WOMAN, women’s fiction complete at 73,000 words, features the rabid humor of NIGHTBITCH (R. Yoder) and domestic drama and female friendship of BIG LITTLE LIES (L. Moriarty). Johanna wanted her life to be more interesting but dating the man she’s trying to divorce is not what she had in mind. Nearing forty, Johanna is being crushed under the life she always wanted: marriage, kids, a house in the Chicago suburbs, and her own talk radio show. She spends her days popping ant
Last Friday I went to a General Surgeon at a wound care clinic. It was something I insisted on, even though the plastic surgeon who did my breast reduction a month ago didn't think it necessary. He said it was overkill, premature, that he could manage the wounds himself. But....he hadn't been. I was making so little progress and he offered so little guidance, I was feeling lost. I wanted a second opinion. He arranged it for me, begrudgingly.
Fucking hell, this show is exquisite.
First, "Man City" is such a profoundly perfect name for the episode because our fave Richmond team is playing their rivals "Manchester City" and because this show EXPOSES AND HEALS so much negative social conditioning of men. So, the main thing is they're about to play the team that caused their demotion last year- and the team to which Jamie Tartt belonged briefly last season before turning to reality TV and eventually coming back to
My seven-year-old keeps telling me that it was a mistake to have my surgery. Yesterday she told me that I'm "TOO OLD TO BE A MOM NOW, YOU DON'T DO ANYTHING." I'm really feeling for the moms with chronic illnesses. I bet your kids are dicks ALL the time to you. I bet you feel like you're ALWAYS letting them down and it makes you resent your body even more than you already do for your own reasons.
She's scared, clearly. Her fear and uncertainty translates to anger. She's sti
So, last week, I was out of my head with fevers and so I didn't want to say anything I'd regret when it came to Ted Lasso. Instead, I just wrote about my kids or husband or other inconsequential stuff that came to mind.
So I'm here to catch us up today- ep 7 was unleashed yesterday. I'm still not 100% so these will be short. Episode 6, "The Signal" The signal refers to the hand signal that Roy Kent invents that he (and the other coaches) will give to Jamie Tartt when he's
I'm two weeks from my breast reduction and still dealing with a nasty wound infection. This is my exhausted husband, about to drench that gauze in antibiotic juju and shove it into an infected flesh tunnel inside my right boob. About an hour later, I severely cut my foot in the kitchen, so he also spent some time mopping up my fresh foot blood.
Ladies, find yourself a man who will do the non-sex related disgusting things of life. This should be a no-brainer, because so muc
Just like an OnlyFans page, my subscribers get my MOST intimate goodies! Unlike on OnlyFans, my goodies are horrifying monsters. This will likely be the only time you'll see my boobs on the internet. ;) I'm postop day #12 following my breast reduction. There's puss and gore ahead. You've been warned.