Category: osteoporosis

Falling, Falling, Falling

Posted in aging, broken bones, California, coffee, dancing, dog walks, dogs, endocrinologist, falling, humor, memoir, ocean, osteoporosis, scars, seniors, thrift storeLeave a comment

(re-run) The first time it happened, one of my shoelaces was untied. I stepped on it with my other shoe, then picked up my foot in the untied shoe and fell over.  I was going over a berm along a busy street to get to  – you guessed it – a thrift store. That was… Continue reading Falling, Falling, Falling

The Head-scarf Post

Posted in Arabic, begging, book review, books, fainting, hijab, infuiaion, infusion, Iran, Jordan, Karma, memoir, Morality Police, Muslim, osteoporosis, thrift storeLeave a comment

(re-run) Forty-some days ago, a young Iranian woman was detained by the Morality Police because she wasn’t wearing her head covering, hijab, correctly. She died while being detained. Iranian women have poured into the streets, showing their hair to protest. The reason I’m writing about hijabs is because I’ve noticed them a lot lately.  This… Continue reading The Head-scarf Post

Falling, Falling, Falling

Posted in aging, broken bones, California, coffee, dancing, dog walks, dogs, endocrinologist, falling, humor, memoir, ocean, osteoporosis, scars, seniors, thrift storeLeave a comment

The first time it happened, one of my shoelaces was untied. I stepped on it with my other shoe, then picked up my foot in the untied shoe and fell over.  I was going over a berm along a busy street to get to  – you guessed it – a thrift store. That was a… Continue reading Falling, Falling, Falling

The Head-scarf Post

Posted in Arabic, begging, book review, books, fainting, hijab, infuiaion, infusion, Iran, Jordan, Karma, memoir, Morality Police, Muslim, osteoporosis, thrift storeLeave a comment

Forty-some days ago, a young Iranian woman was detained by the Morality Police because she wasn’t wearing hijab, her head covering, correctly. She died while being detained. Iranian women have poured into the streets, showing their hair to protest. The reason I’m writing about hijabs is because I’ve noticed them a lot lately.  This would… Continue reading The Head-scarf Post

Back in my Fat Pants Again

Posted in beach, Beatles, calcium, country music, Dexa scan, heat wave, humor, ice cream, memoir, osteoporosis, pants, singing, summer, Sun Kings, weight gainLeave a comment

(re-run) It sounds like a country western song. “Well, my true love done left me. He mosied ‘round the bend. It makes me sad that I’m heading back to my fat pants again!” In the winter, when I can hide under many layers, I am thinnest. Maybe it’s all the no-calorie tea and hot water… Continue reading Back in my Fat Pants Again

Back in my Fat Pants Again

Posted in beach, Beatles, calcium, country music, Dexa scan, heat wave, humor, ice cream, memoir, osteoporosis, pants, singing, summer, Sun Kings, weight gain1 Comment

It sounds like a country western song. “Well, my true love done left me. He mosied ‘round the bend. It makes me sad that I’m heading back to my fat pants again!” In the winter, when I can hide under many layers, I am thinnest. Maybe it’s all the no-calorie tea and hot water that… Continue reading Back in my Fat Pants Again

X is for DEXA X-ray

Posted in calcium, Dexa scan, Great Depression, humor, osteoporosis, relationships, sedentary life, smoking, weight-bearing exercise, x-rayLeave a comment

X-ray seems like a cop-out for the letter x. There aren’t many words that start with x – Xenia, X marks the spot, and xenophobia. None of that moved me. So I am writing about the old standby – x-ray. I really did have an x-ray this week, yesterday actually. It was a bone density… Continue reading X is for DEXA X-ray