I am clueless about many things. As in the definition: “Lacking understanding or knowledge.” As in the sentence: “I have no clue!” As in the 20+ years I spent living with a research scientist and enduring mind-numbingly torturous dinner party conversations about zinc and copper sediment in the Fraser River estuary.
That kind of clueless.
Continue reading “If you’re clueless and you know it . . .”
by Carolyn Thomas ♥ @HeartSisters
Consider this scenario, dear reader: I’m lying in bed one Sunday evening, settled in to watch 60 Minutes for the next hour. But this Sunday is different from any other Sunday because I’ve had three new things to deal with during the past week that are utterly separate from my laundry list of daily cardiac concerns:
- I’ve been having physiotherapy three times a week because I twisted my right knee (same one I had knee surgery on seven years ago).
- I’m using a new prescription ointment for a pesky patch of psoriasis on my left elbow.
- I’m wearing a brand new acrylic mouth guard to bed every night that my dentist has just made for me to help treat a longstanding jaw alignment problem.
So. Here I am lying in bed that Sunday evening as our story unfolds . . . Continue reading “Confessions of a non-compliant patient”