At 6:00 this morning the theme song from the television show Dexter erupted from my phone, letting me know it was time to wake up for work. I hit snooze a few times and when my “final warning” alarm went off, I knew it was already too late to do my hair. Yesterday I worked…
It’s been a really rough month. Between my hemorrhagic cyst, the stomach virus I contracted a few days after the cyst diagnosis, severe eczema flare, and now another viral infection, I feel like complete garbage. I’m ready to drive on over to the body shop and trade out my clunker for a new shiny one. Don’t…
Last week I began my fourth online class towards my Humanities Degree. I have come to an important realization: I hate online classes. In 2007 I enrolled in an online class in addition to my “real” classes and dropped it within two weeks. There is absolutely nothing that appeals to me about taking classes online.…
It has been exactly two weeks since I found out about my little bundle of joy, Tamara, aka the hemorrhagic cyst in my abdomen. Overall things have been getting better, but there are still bad days. Days when even sitting down is torture and breathing in feels like a dull blade is being driven into my…
Blue sky, blue water, and a baby with the blues.
It’s easy to take our spouses for granted. When he has left the toilet seat up again or she ate crackers in bed and left a nice layer of crumbs across the Egyptian cotton sheets (guilty), we can be quick to snap. It’s easy to forget how many men and women would welcome and even laugh at…
I’ve been thinking about you a lot today, old friend. I don’t let myself think about you too often, it still makes me sad. I’m scared of driving down the road and seeing a Wheaten Terrier happily trotting alongside his owner. All you Wheaten’s have the same sweet eyes and jovial disposition. I’m not sure…
At 6:30 this morning I pulled into the parking garage of one of the best hospitals in the Piedmont Triad. I walked past the helipad and into the eerily quiet surgical wing. I sat in the waiting room and tried to avoid eye contact with the other “waiters”; I was scared of what I would…
I have had it. I am so tired of listening to people constantly complain about work, school, the weather, politics, their significant other, or any of the other issues that are apparently causing extreme and debilitating unhappiness. Yes, I realize the irony of this post, as I am complaining about people who complain. Don’t care.…
Ten years ago I was a freshman in high school, sitting in my first period cooking class in Fairfax, VA. My teacher turned on the television at about 9:30 am so we could see the news, she had heard that a bomb went off in the Pentagon. A few minutes after turning on the television,…
The Other Courtney 