Now that Mister is on the mend I had a conversation with our usual physiotherapist. Here is how it went: Therapist: Which vertebrae did Mister break? Me: C6 Therapist: Which part of C6? Me: What do you mean? Therapist: Which part of C6? Was it the twin transverse foramina? Maybe it was the carotid tubercule? Me: Oh, it was......
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I am THAT mother. You know the one? She overdoes the birthday parties, bakes cupcakes with the class, writes funny Christmas cards that she sends to 120 people on time (no letter folks, I am not THAT mother). Her dog is always groomed, her kids are well behaved and her house is tidy (Ha,......
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This is not a real post, this is a dump – that becomes funnier later. We spent more time in emerg last week. Just when we were on the upswing, a full 18-wheeler barrelled into the back of Mister’s car at about 100km/hr. He suffered another concussion (on top of the one he got from his......
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Growing up, my dad asked me each year to choose a restaurant on my birthday. Anywhere I wanted to go. The Blade and Barrel was always my choice. They had lobster. When I was only a toddler, my parents hosted their first ‘post-baby’ party. They had heard that a little brandy in the nighttime bottle made children......
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MY FRIDAY F-OFF Some Fridays I will take time to tell you about something pissing me off. Therapy for me. Mild amusement at my expense for you. Win-Win. I harbour resentment. I carry it with me daily and disguise it well. OK, maybe not “disguise”, but I don’t talk about it endlessly as much.......
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