I refuse to get old musings

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The thing for ladies to do these days is put shocks of pastel in their hair. You see it everywhere, across race and class lines. Lilacs and pinks and teals and robin egg blues. A sea of bobbing cotton candy, as far as the eye can see. Not me. It reminds me too much of my high school, where girls would bleach their hair with peroxide and use Kool-Aid paste to color it a rusty…

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I refuse to get old

Internet doctors, diagnose me

The elbow thing I referred to earlier? I thought I’d get some photos of how weird it looks in case anyone else had had this happen and wants to pass along any knowledge for me to chew on between now and the day I can actually get in to see an orthopedic doctor (my mom’s suggestion; she doesn’t think, based on my symptoms, that it sounds quite like carpal tunnel, even though that runs in…

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