Recently a friend asked, “How’s the mincers?”
“The mincers are good”, I replied. “But there’s no improvement in the watch and chain.”
It’s Cockney rhyming slang. 628 more words
When I found out I had suffered two strokes, I immediately broke down into tears, not because I was surprised, but because I was scared. And after the tears subsided, had I ate breakfast, I would have shit myself since that fear became a reality. 464 more words
Warning, this post may not be chipper.
This blog is about stroke recovery, so some less than sunny snapshots should be no surprise.
Due to health insurance changes, and questionable effectiveness versus out-of-pocket costs, it has been nine months since Lida’s last Botox treatment. 166 more words