The Plateau Blues
“You’re a healthy woman!” chirps my GP, her slim young hand on my shoulder. My internal wolf wants to bite that hand but just in time I remember I’d rather not lose another tooth.
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Category Archives: Healing the body
The Right Arm of Darkness
Yesterday I read a heartening news story of a 45-year-old woman who had earned her PhD in spite of a terminal diagnosis of cancer. Her university was so impressed by […]
The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly-wugly Worthday
Tomorrow’s another birthday, likely to be spent in a state of moderate terror triggered by a single expression caught on the face of an ultrasound technician yesterday. Normally, I like […]
The Full Nicaragua — Part II
Delightful as it might have been to bump our way straight back to Las Penitas after my survival of the El Cerro Negro torture test and sink, battered and bruised, […]
Nicaragua as convalescence — day 1
After 48 hours’ grueling travel, gratia US Customs, I am delighted to sink into a tropical night in a hotel across from Managua’s airport. Hotel Las Mercedes is designed like a clam […]
