Tag Archives: life change

actress

Posted on July 1, 2017 by C. M. Condo

No-one has any idea whatsoever that I am a faker, a sham, a walking performance piece entitled “Socially Habituated Human.” Continue reading →

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can’t

Posted on April 1, 2017 by C. M. Condo

What does it mean when you say you “can’t” do something? Sometimes it is literal – I literally can’t do a handstand. But often it is more subtle, meant to impress a sort of finality despite the lack of a literal … Continue reading →

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Book One

Posted on January 13, 2017 by C. M. Condo

This marks the end of Book One and the beginning of Book Two.  To read Book One in its entirety from the beginning, click here.

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dare I think

Posted on February 2, 2016 by C. M. Condo

Hey TGA, why haven’t you posted about your pain lately? Indeed, why haven’t I? It’s not like I don’t still have it. But it’s crossed a line, now, into that previously elusive territory known as “manageable.” Of course, I’m wary of … Continue reading →

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return of the ape

Posted on December 22, 2015 by C. M. Condo

I am sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at my newly-framed, 2015 diploma.  It was a gift from Momma and Poppa Ape, getting it mounted; they kept meaning to get it back to me but we always forgot when I … Continue reading →

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getting to work

Posted on June 10, 2015 by C. M. Condo

So now I have officially graduated, and have been back to work in the lab for a little over a week. The days are long, but my shoulder, while not entirely pleased, has thus far refrained from laying me out … Continue reading →

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collateral damage

Posted on January 24, 2015 by C. M. Condo

I haven’t wanted to write this post. I haven’t even wanted to start this post. My head is a mess. It was so thick with pain, with foreboding, with the fear that I would sink ever deeper into the morass … Continue reading →

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and so

Posted on January 19, 2015 by C. M. Condo

My eyes opened. “Hi honey, welcome back,” the anesthetist’s nurse was standing to my left. I looked at the clock; it was 11:45 AM. The last thing I remember was being wheeled towards the surgery suite at 9:35. I recall … Continue reading →

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says who

Posted on October 31, 2014 by C. M. Condo

Saturday morning, I went to the drugstore to pick up a refill for one of my pain medications, only to discover that there weren’t any refills left on it. This particular medication is the linchpin of the chemical arrangement that … Continue reading →

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anniversary

Posted on October 24, 2014 by C. M. Condo

October 21. The date is emblazoned on my memory as though it were carved and backlit. Today is October 21. Exactly one year ago, today, I woke up in so much pain I could barely breathe. Exactly one year ago, … Continue reading →

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