Monthly Archives: February 2014

My sh%# don’t stink…literally!

One of the weird side-effects of taking massive doses of antibiotics is…your shit don’t stink – literally. I guess I never noticed the times I’ve been on them before – or perhaps I’ve never had so much at one time. Which is basically a testament to how – even now, when they say antibiotics are not as effective – they can kill off just about “anything,” living in your gut.

I know this might be “TMI,” but I gotta say – I’m loving this part. I can go into any restroom and never have to worry that the next entrant will pass out. It’s one of the happy side effects of my innards exploding.

I’m happy to say, I finally get to meet with the surgeon on Friday to schedule my appendix and cyst removal surgery. Can’t wait to have this all done. To roto-rooter my second chakra & perhaps get a new start in my middle-age’ness.

…a girl can only dream but until then know this…My “shit,” REALLY don’t stink 😉

– Kate

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Cry for Help

It’s been a rough ride lately. Trips to the hospital, work going to part-time, car on the brink of failure, and singleness. I have no idea how I got here & at the same time “clearly see,” the wrong choices I’ve made on the way.

Is this what they call a, “midlife crisis?” Pre-menopause? Clinical Depression?

I have no clue. All I know is I feel awful & alone. Despite all the support I’ve had from my family, neighbors, friends & community, I still feel very alone. Longing for someone to hold my hand & kiss my forehead. Telling me it will be alright.

…I’d love to say it’s hormones & just may well be (they found a golf ball sized cyst on my ovaries that also needs to come out) but I have so much sympathy for people who have a battled this feeling of depression all their lives. I hope God hears your prayers and hears your soul.

All I know is I heard this song in the grocery store tonight & it took all my might to keep it together through the check-out line. For all those who are battling a, “Cry for Help.”

You have my prayers – Kate


Say goodbye to my little friend…

I’ve been a secret smoker most of my life. The past 29 years to be exact. But these last 3-4 weeks, with the aid of 2 emergency room visits & one 5 day hospital stay, I’ve finally kicked the habit. Not because it’s bad for my health – mind you, if I could have a cigarette without the thought of nausea coming over me, I’d be like Johnny Depp, sporting 2 instead of just one smoke. But after the appendicitis, my body chemistry has changed and I just can’t do it.

I hate saying good-bye to my little friend. He’s been there through thick and thin. Through crappy boyfriends, good times, boredom & the lot. He was there through traffic jams & random thoughts and dreams. Never judging – just being.

It was easy at first but approaching the month mark it’s getting a bit hard.  A friendship that’s reached it’s end date. It makes me sad to say goodbye to the one thing that’s been there through it all & never judged but always stood by me. Who’s only sin is bringing me closer to my “due,” date.

So with that, I must say goodbye – to my little friend…you’ll be missed.

– Kate

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M.I.A.

…that’s where I’ve been for the last year! Oh so much has happened & also so little. Most currently I literally “busted a gut,” my gut – or appendix, I should say. Oh what a beautiful feeling. They say the pain is equivalent to that of childbirth…I don’t know about childbirth but it damn hurt.

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Let’s see, what else? My bi-polar ex-boyfriend got married, in which case I was pretty excited because it meant he wouldn’t be text bombing me at all hours….at least not for the first two years or so.

Oh – my job went to part-time, so basically I’m making the same salary I did in 1992. I’ve become the middle age average – which is about a size 14 (and 30 lbs heavier than I want to be). And I’m currently sporting one of the worse haircuts I’ve had in the last 30 years.

Ah – life is grand. I’m a bit scared to write, “what does 2014 hold for me?” So far it’s been a mixed bag. I look back at my first blog post and what my astrologer said about, “everything changing by the time I’m 45.” Well, I’m 45…and I’m not sure if I dig the changes.

– Kate


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