The back of my mind is telling me there’s a movie quote about this, but I haven’t been able to find it. So I’ll do my best to put it into words myself (you’d think I’d be better at this, seeing as how it’s my literal job). But how often does it happen that yourContinueContinue reading “And just like that…”
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There it is again, that funny feeling…
No, I’m not talking about depression or anxiety or any of those things Bo Burnham was singing about. Not even existential dread. Which is ironic, y’know, considering that I’m me. That’s what’s so funny. I’m not feeling that existential dread, the inexorable pull back into the past while hurtling toward the future, the angst andContinueContinue reading “There it is again, that funny feeling…”
How It’s Going
I only have a few minutes to write, but I wanted to give y’all an update about my situation. After lying on the couch for like a week straight, I started to feel markedly better and have continued to feel better. I had my follow-up appointment at the stroke clinic, where I learned that IContinueContinue reading “How It’s Going”
22 Days Later…
It’s Thursday morning. I’m up with a cup of coffee at 7:30. I put away the clean dishes and will tackle the clean laundry when the self-tanner on my legs dries. I made my bed for the first time in three weeks. Yesterday, I worked a full day at my desk and didn’t have toContinueContinue reading “22 Days Later…”
And I said “Hey! What’s going on?”
On Wednesday, April 21, I went to see a chiropractor. They adjusted my spine and my neck and I was finally able to turn my head again — which definitely made my drive home a bit easier. My neck still hurt, but I didn’t think anything of it because it’s not uncommon to be sore after an adjustment.
The Crying Pirate
When it was my turn, I sat on the chair in the center of the stage and, in the immortal words of Marshall Mathers: “He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out / He’s chokin’, how, everybody’s jokin’ now / The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow.” There I sat, the words I knew so well stuck behind the lump in my throat.
Amber Sorensen 