We’ve had so many things going on in our home in the past few weeks. There have been some fabulous things: Our Sara celebrated her
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my big sick.
I know that I’m sick. So does my family. So do my friends. So do all of you. I write about it. I take steps
a spoonie-get-well week.
It’s a medical week here, with more extra doctor’s appointments and whatnot and some conditions flaring that haven’t in quite some time, in addition to
18 months – and a good good day. =D
Yesterday was crammed full of All. The. (Good). Things. So much to tell. First, I got a notification that it was my 18 month soberversary:
chasing dreams in magazines.
I’ve been chasing dreams in magazines the last ten years, And the way you treat each other’s up to you, But it can’t feel all
getting back up.
It has been the worst few days, physically and emotionally. Monday afternoon, my precious bestie left flowers and prezzies for Sara and for me on
the autoimmune hippie. 