Category: orthotics

Don’t Call Me Sweetheart

Posted in antique collective, antique store, antiques dealer, dentist, doctor, gynecologist, memoir, neurologist, orthotics, podiatrist1 Comment

(re-run) Twenty years ago, I was a dealer in an antique collective with 35 dealers. I was 45; everyone else was 65. My prices were so low that the other dealers shopped my room, bought my stuff, marked it up and put it in their rooms. One Sunday, I was working my required 12-5 shift… Continue reading Don’t Call Me Sweetheart

Suck It Up, Buttercup

Posted in antibiotics, California, dancing, flat feet, friends, hip replacement, kayaking, klutz, knee replacement, memoir, orthotics, Russian River, shoulder surgery, surgeryLeave a comment

It’s that chapter in life where many of my friends in their sixties and seventies are having hip, knee, and shoulder replacements.  Some are younger than me, most older, but all of them so far have seen the benefits of getting a bionic body part, aka titanium. One girlfriend mentioned that she is allergic to… Continue reading Suck It Up, Buttercup

The Day my Dog Herded Me to the ER

Posted in ambulance, California, chiropractor, concussion, dog behaviors, dogs, ER, headache, Iowa, memoir, Omaha, orthotics, paramedics, pregnancy, repair man, worstLeave a comment

Way back when, I had two children and a rare free day. The kindergartener was going on an all-day field trip. The two-year-old was going to daycare for the day. I had hours ahead of me to do all the yard work and gardening that I could squeeze in.  I put on some old tennis… Continue reading The Day my Dog Herded Me to the ER

Don’t Call Me Sweetheart

Posted in antique collective, antique store, antiques dealer, dentist, doctor, gynecologist, memoir, neurologist, orthotics, podiatrist1 Comment

(re-run) Twenty years ago, I was a dealer in an antique collective with 35 dealers. I was 45; everyone else was 65 or older. My prices were so low that the other dealers shopped my room, bought my stuff, marked it up and put it in their rooms. One Sunday, I was working my required… Continue reading Don’t Call Me Sweetheart

Don’t Call Me Sweetheart

Posted in antique collective, antique store, antiques dealer, dentist, doctor, gynecologist, memoir, neurologist, orthotics, podiatristLeave a comment

Twenty years ago, I was a dealer in an antique collective with 35 dealers. I was 45; everyone else was 65. My prices were so low that the other dealers shopped my room, bought my stuff, marked it up and put it in their rooms. One Sunday, I was working my required 12-5 shift when… Continue reading Don’t Call Me Sweetheart