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Insult was added to injury today when Björn went to the chiropractor due to back pain and ended up getting a cracked rib during the adjustment. -
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Björn kindly went into a pizzeria and pretended to study the menu while I took advantage of their "customers only" toilet.
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One liner
Motivational line from a song on my "Walking" mp3 playlist: Varenda sak jag gör till slut blir mitt liv (every single thing I do in the end becomes my life).
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One liner
In an effort to get back to journaling (which I enjoy) I am going to do something Michele told me about: write one line per day.
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Long time. Much has happened.
Here are some things I used to think (you will begin to see a pattern emerge ( Read more... ) -
Over here when something happens over there
A little over a week ago my brother had a very serious motorcycle accident. His body is very broken. The doctors at the Trauma Center put him into a medically-induced coma in order to stabilize him so that his heart and lungs could handle the strain of the needed orthopedic surgery (or surgeries). He lost a lot of blood that first couple of days. ( Read more... ) -
Kiss my booboo
I stood there today warm and safe within the circle of my husband's arms and I cried like a little baby.
The objective reason for my tears was that I slipped on some mossy wood on the deck outside of my office and I smashed my knee. It hurt and I limped inside where Björn met me at the door and enveloped me into a warm safe hug that gave me the ( Read more... ) -
And when I DO write it's such a mundane topic
Sooooo long between entries and when I finally have some thoughts I want to get into journal form it's not pondering the meaning of life that occupies me...it's laundry. Or, more exactly, laundry as a thing here where we live.
The tvättstuga (laundry room) is in the little cabin furthest away from the water pump. This means that we have no running ( Read more... ) -
Really? REALLY?
Has it REALLY been so long since I wrote anything here? Sheesh ( Read more... )
