In the latest installment of our ongoing series, What The Hell's Wrong With Heffie's Tummy?, I spent this morning eating radioactive scrambled eggs, followed by lying still for 90 minutes while I watched the lump slowly digest via a monitor, as if I were watching my radioactive egg baby on ultrasound ( Read more... )

Okay, so that minor surgery turned out to be less minor. Or at least more than I was expecting. In the grand hope of repairing my deviated septum and being able to do little things like breathe and taste food normally for the first time in years, I must spent a period of time feeling like oh holy crap ( Read more... )