Buffalo Gal
Judi Griggs

I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Call Me Kermit

About now a dozen or so of my favorite people in the world are opening emails telling them that there may well be a medical excuse for some of my failings. I'm hoping for a general "get out of jail free" response... at least until the surprise wears off.
Until today only a few folks knew about the clumsiness, pins and needles and my own personal JUMBLE game when I type, which may have something to do with an arachnoid cyst that is apparently growing.
Jessica and I picked up the MRI films to take with us to the neurosurgeon in Buffalo on Monday. As soon as we got in the car, we opened the envelope without a clue what we were looking at until Jessica squealed and dropped a sheet of images. "Those are your eyes," she pronounced with decided fear in her own. "They are so... round." Apparently she had not given serious thought as to why they are called eyeBALLS.
The whole experience has been similarly surreal. Now that word is out, I'm packing it for a few days to enjoy the holiday. Both my daughters are home and our Black Lab even has a Yellow Lab visiting tonight. I want a Thanksgiving with huge helpings of normal.

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