Tag Archives: burn unit

It’s not really the end … (103)

Last weekend I had a housewarming party. I’ve been in my new home for over 3 months now, and while there are still a few mini-projects to finish up, the house is basically unpacked, decorated, and settled. This party was … Continue reading

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Let the rebuilding begin! (46)

And on the 89th day the powers that be said ‘Let the rebuilding begin.’ In this case, ‘the powers that be’ are all the city inspectors that have to sign off on electricity, gas, and plumbing. The house has been … Continue reading

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How much is health worth? (33)

On May 12, as my house was burning, my son was taken to the ER. He didn’t want to go. I’ve got to go to the airport to pick up my mom, he kept saying. But the ambulance crew insisted. … Continue reading

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Blogging virgin (20)

The house fire and its consequences have taken over my life. It’s a rare day that I don’t have some task related to it. Friends and family want to know how it’s going with me, the kids, and the house, … Continue reading

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What a difference a day makes (6)

It’s around 10 p.m., just 24 hours after the fire. I’ve had about 3 hours sleep total. I’m almost too tired to sleep. I’m back in the guest room at my neighbor’s house. My hosts insist I can stay as … Continue reading

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No hat, no salute zone (4)

I’m not very comfortable around hospitals. I’m not too fond of uniforms either. A military hospital is the last place I want to be. Actually, I’m uncomfortable around anything to do with the military. It’s amazing I lasted three years … Continue reading

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Snaps and snails and puppy dog tails (2)

Your son or daughter is still your child, whether at 2 or 20. My son is at that awkward, difficult, transitional stage – no longer a rebellious teen but not quite launched into independent adulthood. We are often at odds … Continue reading

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