The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 11,000 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 18 years to get that many views.
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I get a chuckle out of people that wish Merry Christmas defiantly like a big FU with your holiday cheer. The imaginary “war on Christmas” is silly. For instance, how can a business possibly know what their customers believe/celebrate? It makes good sense to be all inclusive. My wishes for all of you to have a safe, healthy and happy holiday season are sincere and while I won’t go out of my way to offend, I also won’t get too hung up on whether I am giving the “proper” greeting. Likewise, if you extend good wishes to me, I won’t get hung up on your choice of words, but will appreciate the sentiment behind them. I guess if your biggest gripe is someone wishing you Happy Holidays instead of Merry Christmas when babies are being gunned down in cold blood, people are dying from preventable diseases and folks are homeless and hungry, you are pretty blessed. Mazel Tov.
I had an anniversary of sorts yesterday. One year of blogging. I know this because Word Press sent me a notification. I decided to wait until today to mention it in case the Mayans were right and no one would be alive to read it. I took a quick glance through my oldest posts. I started out so earnest and hopeful but it didn’t take long for the f-bombs to make an appearance. I’m sure certain relatives especially enjoyed that. Who would complain? I had cancer.
I’ve sat down to blog just about every day and instead spent my time reading the blogs that I follow. My morning coffee with the girls. I haven’t had a lot to say. We are kind of just going through the motions this holiday season. Honestly, I’ll be glad to see the back side of 2012.
So, I’m done with cancer, but is cancer done with me? On Thanksgiving night I pulled an abdominal muscle. The pain went all the way through to my back. I knew I pulled a muscle. I felt it. For the next 10 days I would feel the pain if I stretched or turned the wrong way. It would sometimes be worse in my upper abdomen, sometimes in my back or rib cage. It would stop me in my tracks at times and a deep breath could bring me to tears. There’s not a whole lot that can be done for a pulled muscle so I never tried to get in to see my doctor. I just suffered silently (ha!!). Okay in the interest of full disclosure I may or may not have mentioned to my family that I should probably go to the ER, if I screamed suddenly they should just ignore me, and that I likely had a few cracked ribs, but I’d probably be okay. They got off easy… I was treating myself to much more dire internal commentary. What was that tearing feeling? An abdominal aneurysm? Wait.. is my liver enlarged? If I do have a cracked rib.. why? Bone mets? Am I being paranoid? Wouldn’t a brain lesion cause paranoia? I also was sure I had gall bladder disease and maybe biliary colic (what’s biliary colic?.. I have no idea but it sounds impressive).
As of today, I think I will probably pull through. I can only feel the pain if I force it. I’m sure I’ll pull another muscle with all these crazy contortions I’m putting myself through to see if I can reproduce the pain proving it was indeed a pulled muscle versus needing immediate surgery for some kind of internal injury.
p.s.. hypochondria is a recognized medical condition. So I’m only a little crazy.