Every spring, Tim struggles to adjust to the new time. Losing an hour is a big deal, and he wants to make sure I share in his misery. At book club, days after the Senate voted to go on daylight saving time, women in the group shared their difficulty adjusting to losing an hour. But a few people's experiences don't make it so.
When we focus on decency, we give oxygen to the best in us. Love is renewable energy we create when we take time to learn and appreciate people who worked to better mankind. It's about the wolf we feed.
After a recent oral surgery, the post-op instructions included not to talk for 24 hours. Tim suggested, for an abundance of caution, I should make it 48 or 72. Cold drinks only and take a week to work back to normal schedule. Even this minimal lifestyle change is onerous. A liquid diet for a week puts me in a bad mood.
Choosing natural birth always seemed like a good idea in the planning stages and a terrible decision when in the throes of labor. As the last munchkin pushed her way into the world, I folded and pleaded for pharmaceutical assistance. “Edith,” the nurse said, “it’s too late for that now.” Boy, I hated her.
I abhor bad news about my health. We all do. Now I started worrying, which for sure is not good for my health. I kept the news to myself and Tim. Days later, I made an appointment with a ...