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I found 4 or 5 old posts stuck in “Drafts.” I had been looking at this page on my really old computer and couldn’t really see all of what was going on. So here I am on my laptop and I just went ahead and hit “Publish” for all of them. They are out of order, but such is my life.


I do have a blog that I found from 2008. I don’t know how to get it over here. Odd, considering that I was in on the beginnings of making websites well before “The Internet” was available to people other than academics and true nerds. I guess I was a nerd. Anyway, here’s one of my sites:


I took down billandjeanie.com, but saved it on this old, old, old desktop. Some day I’ll figure out this new-fangled stuff on my “new” (a year old) laptop that I never use because I prefer this old thing with XP on it and put that website back up. I read through it and rediscovered that I have a sense of humor. Not everyone would appreciate it, though.

I also prefer my Palm Pilot. TheGroom said the Smithsonian called and wants it. Very funny, honey.

Beware of Storm Doors!

Well, I fell backwards while trying to pick a package up off the front porch. I had the storm door partially open and my left foot down on the porch. When I fell, the storm door slammed against my leg and dug its ugly sharp teeth into both sides of my left calf, leaving a huge and deep cut on one side and a smaller one on the other. This was July 1. (I really do need to stop falling.) The large wound started turning black 2 weeks later, so I went to the ER and ended up in surgery. Scary stuff, even for me. It’s one thing to work on a patient. It’s squicky when it is your own leg.

After 2 months, they say the wound on my inner calf is: 3.2 cm long (actually longer – I’m going to measure it myself,) 4 cm wide, 1.5 cm deep with a pocket under the flap that is 2.5 cm deep. Ick. The one on the outside is smaller. Beware of storm doors. They’ll chew your leg up.

Have I Been Busy!

On July 1st, 2016, I fell backwards in the front doorway, and the screen door slammed against my lower leg. I ended up with huge blood blisters on both sides of the leg. I left them alone. The huge one popped open after a few days, and then it turned black inside. Off to the ER for surgery and months and months of visits to the wound center for treatment. I had my last visit this past Wednesday. I’m healed. *smacks own forehead like a fake preacher* The weekend before Thanksgiving I fell in the kitchen and landed on my right hip. I ended up with a huge, huge hematoma. One doctor guessed there were about 4 pints of blood in it. Did I ever get sick! You try running around with half of your blood circulating through your system. I spent several days in bed talking to God and Jesus. “Take me if it is my time to go. I am ready for The Judgement.” I dreamed I was holding Jesus’ hand. I sang hymns. I did this for I don’t even remember how many days, then finally came out of the fog the weekend after Thanksgiving.

Before I got really, really ill I had a trip to the ER in an ambulance. I was dizzy and weak. They couldn’t find a pulse, so they had to take me to the nearest Critical Care hospital. Ugh. Mid-city, filthy place where nobody listens to you. They gave me several bags of IV fluids and I left. Then I got very ill.

Jump forward to January. The same surgeon who worked on my lower leg where the storm door tried to eat it lanced the huge hematoma on my hip. (Still trying to heal my lower leg, mind you.) Out of my big bumpy hip came oodles and gobbles of blood squirting in the air, people ducking, lots of blood clots that looked like someone dumped a huge jar of grape jelly on the bed. He kept squeezing and pushing until he got most of it out. Some of the nurses couldn’t look, but the surgeon and I thought it was sort of cool. By the next week both my lower leg and my hip had closed up. Over 6 months for my leg to heal, and one week for the small incision on my hip. Whew!