Wow. Thank you for sharing. I'm on kid #2 and have had more breast infections than I can count, the last of which was resistant to antibiotics, and my body finally just broke out in one GIANT hive after the fifth round. I didn't abcess, but my god you have my sympathy. The pain is unreal. The fatigue is crippling. The other side of this article is so interesting to me. My boobs never arrived in life, that is, until I had a baby. Quite honestly, nursing two kids (even through all the challenges) finally made me feel like my boobs were capable of something. Now I just wear a sports bra every day, because I'm tired of trying to pretend there's anything there any more. Thanks for sharing!
Years ago, a friend of mine sent me a link to a blog. She said when she was reading it, she imagined the pink dress triangle hair girl to be speaking in my voice. I read the blog and archives in one day and fell in love. Her stick figures speak to my soul and also bring up childhood memories that would have otherwise been forgotten. After the depression posts, I can't see a piece of shriveled up corn on the floor without smiling. Once I read that post, it's actually incredible how much shriveled corn (and peas and god knows what else) I find on my floor now. Maybe I'm subconsciously putting it there? I'm a fan for life.
@space opera Santa Monica Seafood on Wilshire - but they aren't cheap. There's also usually an oyster guy at the Saturday farmers market on the SM Promenade, and I'm sure he's less expensive. Oysters = YUM
I've been using coconut oil as facewash for months now and I LOVE it. Rub it in, rinse with warm water, scrape gunk off with a towel. My towels get kind of icky, but my face isn't all dry and flaky.
Wow what an interesting read. And so sad. What an incredible loss.
My son made it! He is holding the hose but it looks like he's peeing. He could BARELY walk at that point, and that's why he's standing with his legs so far apart.
@Probs that is my son! And it is really the hose!
I also have a power file system, I call it the Bzzz, because that's the noise coming from the bathroom. That thing WORKS! You have to use it on completely dry, as in dry for the entire day, feet, and it works wonders getting rid of dead skin, not just filing nails. After reading too many scary "this could happen to you if you get a pedicure at a salon" stories, I'm all about doing it myself.
Oh the 90s! Some of the worst haircuts but the BEST jams! Only recently did I learn what Next was singing about in "Too Close", and I still LOVE that song!
So I was super excited about this. I sent myself one, and it still hasn't shown up in my inbox. Boo. Also, you can't customize your message any further than the xoxo, anonymous part. If I'm going to send an anonymous creepy e-mail, I want to be specific! But not so specific that the person knows who I am.