Archive 2023 - What The Red Herring - Page 3
Going Tudor at the Faire

Going Tudor at the Faire

Over the weekend, I went to my first Ren Faire, a small local event at a farm we often go to seasonally for strawberry and apple picking. I planned to go with a friend in Tudor era fashion (1485-1603).

Are People Lying, Or Does TMS Hurt?

Are People Lying, Or Does TMS Hurt?

Like I mentioned in my last post, I started TMS recently. TMS sends magnetic pulses through your head and can cure you of – according to the internet – almost everything. It’s often covered by insurance (you know, after every other treatment has failed), although neither the insurance company nor the TMS clinic can tell me how much it will cost me out-of-pocket because apparently neither of them know.

So far, the FDA has approved TMS for depression, migraines, OCD, and smoking cessation. Apparently, across the pond, Europe is already using it for a host of other conditions, including chronic pain, MS, and Parkinson’s (Please note, this link is to the website of the machine my clinic uses. I was hoping for a less biased source of info, but that was all I could find).

Of Blessings and Hellfire. Well, mostly Hellfire.

Of Blessings and Hellfire. Well, mostly Hellfire.

I’ve been gone a while. It’s a little overwhelming to think about coming back to this space and just talking about one concise topic when life is so much more complex than a little blog post.

There’ve been a lot of personal changes recently, but they’re the kind that will take a long time to start helping – and the reason I need help is the biggest reason I haven’t been writing.

Puffy Reversible Quilted Vest

Puffy Reversible Quilted Vest

I made one more quilted vest. You know, for days when other quilted vests just aren’t enough. It’s my last one for a while, though because really, how many does one need? (You can see the other ones here, here, and here).

What the Fork?

What the Fork?

This morning, I am stirring my tea with a fork. All the spoons are in the dishwasher. Or in my teenage daughter’s room. My 5-year-old matter-of-factly using a fork to stir his hot cocoa earlier this week reminded me that A. We need more spoons and B. A fork does the job.