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Tying the Knot
As a hospice chaplain I am asked to do funerals often. Sometimes I get asked to marry a couple that have lived most of their lives together and they want marry when one goes on to hospice. Yesterday I got… Continue reading
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Humor, Tenacity and Gratitude
Dr. Angle Johnson has been my Dr. I think since 2015. Would have to check the meds records, but she is my go to. I was seeing a guy one town over and kept complaining about prolapsing. I had Cervical… Continue reading
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Tea Time
When I was little, 4 pm was time for tea. Each grandmother, Mamie and Nana had tea a 4, that you could count on. However each had a different presentation. Mamie had a household staff growing up and when she… Continue reading
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Passed the test for real
So I did pass the test. As soon as I submitted the APBCC exam I then hit a second box saying I had completed and bingo there was my score. That was Sunday afternoon. Felt weird because I have had… Continue reading
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Passed the exam!
I hate tests. I will qualify that: I failed Latin with a 40, failed Spanish 2x and my mother was a Spanish teacher. Failed my first driver’s test. Took three times to pass this one, but I did and Thanks… Continue reading
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Self Care- sometimes, sometimes advocate
I have been doing ok with self care. First few days I could smell the chemicals coming out, napped when I was tired, and basically stayed in my PJ’s so I wouldn’t do any chores or “over do it”. I… Continue reading
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What a wich’d piss’ah,
I ask for music in the OR. Instead of Lizzo, I switched it up to Shiboozey: Little Good News. In Boston vernacular a “wich’d piss’ah is something really fantastic. Sounds the opposite of what it really is, but it is… Continue reading
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Is it a typical day?
I wake up somewhere before 6, normally because the cat is walking on top of me, giving out because she hears the preset coffee pot going. Maybe she hears P.’s alarm. I don’t really hear much because my hearing aids… Continue reading
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Testing
Testing was never my forte. In Jr. High I was at Milton Academy, only because of my stepfather’s family. My Grandfather had been headmaster and my uncle Phil taught there. My mother distanced herself from the Perry family after David’s… Continue reading
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Some of the stuff that runs in my brain
The last post I did on this blog was pretty clear on what I was thinking. And to be quite honest, I agree with what I said then and I hold true to it now. That being said, it has… Continue reading
Little Bit Broken 