Posted in April, authors, blogging, books, dancing, Family, Fiction, food, friends, humor, Jansen Schmidt, reading, resolutions, roses, success, Vicksburg, writing, tagged aches, ashes, bad taste, cancer, cancer free, cancer sucks, eating, exhaustion, food, healing, IV, medicine, medicine taste, nausea, pains, tired, treatment, Wonder Woman on April 9, 2018| 8 Comments »
There’s a line from a song from the movie Chitty, Chitty, Bang, Bang, that I love: “Up from the ashes, grow the roses of success.” That line can be applied to a lot of things. For me, right now, it applies to my rise from “sickness” to improved health. Not that I was unhealthy before, because I really wasn’t, I was just infected with a nastiness known as cancer. (more…)
Posted in blogging, Family, food, friends, humor, Jansen Schmidt, writing, tagged cancer, chemo, doctors, drug absue, drugs, medicine, medicines, overmedicating, pain pills, pills, prescription medicine, radiation, sick, side effects, treatment on January 22, 2018| 16 Comments »
Health issues can be exhausting, especially ones requiring regular and ongoing treatment. I find myself in this position for at least ten more weeks. Daily radiation combined with weekly chemo. Each treatment has multiple and varied side effects. (more…)
Posted in Baer House Inn, blogging, camera, chocolate, diamonds, drinks, Family, friends, humor, Jansen Schmidt, jewelry, romance, underwear, Vicksburg, words, writers, writing, tagged alcohol, books, boxer briefs, bureau drawer, clothing, diamond earrings, dirty underwear, forgetting stuff, ice chest, John Kellerman, lime green, medicine, missing clothes, pills, Snickers, sports bra, wine on May 9, 2016| 11 Comments »
So another week is upon us and I find myself wondering: what left behind items am I going to find today? Last week was epic for people forgetting stuff. We hit the Mother Lode of things forgotten. Every day we came upon some poor item left behind in one of the guest rooms.
Oh sure, we’ve found items before now, but nothing of significance. Quite a few times I find little pills on the floor or on the bathroom vanity or even in the bed. I’ve often wondered if I should call the departed guest to let them know that someone forgot to take their medicine (I’d hate for someone to have a heart attack because they failed to take their preventative pill). But then I follow that up with, “what if an extra pill just dropped out of the bottle and if I call them, they’ll panic and take an extra one and have a heart attack or something because I’ve frightened them?” It’s such a quandary.
