I have been feeling pathetically old lately. I’m actually only 51, but the gray-haired stranger that stares out of the mirror at me is someone who (to me) looks far closer to joining Marley (who was dead, make no mistake about that) than I’d like. I need to arrest my slow decline by becoming much more active, one… Read More »
On Sunday I will be taking part in the NAMI Vermont MindWalk — a fundraiser to raise funds (the best kind!) for advocacy and support of the mentally ill and their families and friends here in Vermont. (NAMI is the National Alliance on Mental Illness.) As someone who is mentally ill, I greatly appreciate the work that NAMI… Read More »
As of today, I am a lifetime ten-gallon blood donor! (And our little Red Cross spokes-ape, Hemo, is very proud of me!)
My blood pressure is really high despite taking daily doses of hydrochlorothiazide and losartan. 155 over 97, and so on. I’ve been on said meds for years, and nonetheless, nothing seems to work. My mom was the same way — she had absurdly high blood pressure and I think they had her on everything under the sun at one… Read More »
I just got done with a fasting cholesterol check at my family doctor’s office. It turns out that even if you are taking drugs for high cholesterol, curling up in a fetal position in a dark room after working hours every day and getting absolutely no exercise DOES NOT HELP KEEP TRIGLYCERIDE LEVELS DOWN. Who knew?
Dad (Keith Furr) had a massive stroke on Sunday. I was hanging out at the apartment of one of Carole’s friends on Sunday afternoon — someone I don’t actually really know, with a lot on my mind already (never mind why), and I wasn’t really having a good time. Is it bad to say that getting a call… Read More »
My father had emergency hip replacement surgery two weeks ago. I flew down to be with him in Florida the weekend after the surgery and was down in Brooksville (north of Tampa) for a week. Dad is 80 and not super-strong, so as you can imagine, I was, and am, concerned about him. Dad is bit by bit… Read More »