Being Invested (Or: There Will Be Poo)

Every evening, right before dusk, a family of bluebirds flits over from wherever they’ve been all day into our backyard to eat dinner. Mom, dad, and fledglings perch on top of Audrey’s swing-set to eat after pecking around in the garden. There’s also some purple finches and last night I was surprised by an American…

Gut Check

I had finally, finally, worked up the courage to have a diagnostic procedure done to determine the viability of my remaining tube. In a cold, sterile room, pantsless, I was bracing myself for impending unpleasantness when the doctor casually mentioned I’d have to take an antibiotic if they found a blockage because the liquid they…