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assumptions

assumption |əˈsəm(p)SHən| noun 1. a thing that is accepted as true or as certain to happen, without proof: they made certain assumptions about the market | [ with clause ] : we’re working on the assumption that the time of death … Continue reading

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progress

Classes officially started yesterday. Emboldened since I got the brace, I thought that I wouldn’t have nearly as much trouble making it through lectures as I did before. After all, I have been able to go to other functions that … Continue reading

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just a girl

So, obviously, I’m going to have to go back and look for another doctor.  Again. And in light of recent events, not to mention historical ones, this time, I’m going to choose a female. Before I get going on this … Continue reading

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relative importance

Yesterday, I did a whole bunch of things I shouldn’t do with my right arm, including moving some furniture. I can’t support anything for any length of time, but I was able to coax out bursts of strength that enable … Continue reading

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off-putting and putting off

Don’t ask me how I’m doing. I don’t want to talk about how I’m doing. How I’m doing is too complicated to lend itself to brief, polite conversation. It’s been my experience that an acquaintance (oh look, “quaint” is in … Continue reading

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Three Things Not To Say To People With Chronic Health Problems (And What You Can Say Instead)

It’s been a tough week in the ape preserve, I know, so as we close in on a holiday weekend, I thought I would lighten things up with a bit of chronic pain comedy. Three Things Not To Say to … Continue reading

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if I’m not me then who am I?

Yesterday morning, I caught a glimpse of myself in a sliding glass door. I couldn’t see my shoulders or face, just my shorts and legs, and for a brief moment, I didn’t recognize the legs as belonging to me. They … Continue reading

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