“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.
I shipped Thyroid Resurrection: from dead to dynamic — without drugs! out to the wilds of Missouri yesterday. Postage cost $6.37. Although it’s only hundred-some pages. Serves the reader right […]
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 […]
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 […]