The Pain Scale
I’ve never understood the pain scale. My doctor wants to know how I’m feeling today (during our telehealth appointment), can I quantify my pain on a scale of 1 to 10, sometimes she asks in the form of percentages. What percentage of improvement did you feel on that medication? 10%? 20%? 50%? I make something…
Close-Ups: Grocery List
I lost my grocery list. Crumpled, half-folded, itemized secrets to eating and living. Blueberries Kale Flowers I forget. Omega-3s for joints, anti-inflammatory, immune-system-building ingredients. Back then, my elbows leaned on the cart as I crossed off essentials. But seasons change, it’s gone, or it will resurface when the ice melts. Tonight: frozen pizza.
On Waiting Rooms.
My family, well, you could say we all grew up in waiting rooms. We’ve seen cancer, we’ve seen tumors, we’ve seen hearts, we’ve seen brains, we’ve seen backs, we’ve seen all the unknowns, we’ve seen and felt all the broken. And we’ve seen the dark, oh, we’ve seen and felt the very darkest. We’re…