Crossings ~

I’ve always been fascinated with eyes. From the time I was small , and realized I could draw , I was determined to get the shapes and forms of eyes realistically captured on paper. Human eyes, animal eyes.  I can’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t love looking at people’s eyes when […]

Against the Flow ~

  Fair warning.   I like to give fair warning. If  a post might seem long, or  scatter-brained, or even if some of the topics or wording might seem offensive to some.  I had no idea until just a few years ago that even the very discussion of illness is considered offensive to some.  There […]

GOOGLE MD. ~ and proud of it.

Hullo to all of you on this fine Sunday EveryBUDDY! I hope it finds you well! I am up and at’em and have been since about 1 a.m. with the prednisone jitters. Just another one of those lovely side effects. I hope your weekend has been going well for you! Mine has been decent. Not […]

Primum Non Nocere

  “An apple a day will keep ANYONE away, if thrown hard enough. ” Doctors. Love them or loathe them, most people will have to see a few of them over the course of their lifetime. If you are “normal”, you will probably only ever see a General Practice doctor. If you’re female, perhaps an […]

Self-Soothing, Sweaters and Socks ~

Day Three ~ Comfort ~ Hello! So far in our series 26 Days, 26 Ways (to feel better with lupus) , we’ve learned to A: Acknowledge and Accept, and B: Breathe. So in that same vein, today’s word is Comfort.   Firstly, I feel like something HAS to be said, before we discuss today’s topic. […]

Thirty Eight and Counting

  Thirty-eight. That’s the age I’ve turned this year, and 13 years longer than the doctors gave me to make it without a heart transplant. They told me , “MS. Woods , if you don’t get one , by 30 you’ll surely be dead. And that’s WITH pumping your body full of ungodly amounts of […]

Discarded Treasures ~

I approached quietly , and left a small piece of my heart, on the  park  bench. As if somehow leaving it there, meant I was waiting for the day , no , not even the day, my life! to start, for some permission. Would he see it? Would he care? Or would it simply be […]