Sharing My World 8/7/17

What was the last URL that you bookmarked or saved? The last url I bookmarked was a recipe clipper thingy (and I also deleted it not to long ago) from and no, I’m not gonna link to it because it’s a scam and a sham, in my humble opinion. The reason why I bookmarked it is because I’m looking for something to store online recipes that will help me with the math of converting meals for 4 to 6 people to meals to 2 people (I can deal with eating a meal twice) because I have to do an elimination diet for my delicate stomach — yes again… and do it right this time.  One of the main problems I had with doing it correctly last time was portion control (and all of that lovely depression, that didn’t help at all).

4outof3peopleAnd yes, I have problems dividing everything by 2 or 4.  I have Dyscalculia, dividing is hard at the best of times, and when it comes to fractions, well… the less said about that the better. Then, after dividing everything for the recipe, I’d have to add it all together for the shopping list.  It’s too much for my addled brain.  I’m seeking something to do the math.  I thought that mealplannerpro would do the job, but it’s totes not worth it. So the search continues.  If anyone knows of a good recipe keeper that has that feature and includes a shopping list, let me know. 

oncebeendeadDo you believe in the afterlife?  Reincarnation? I believe in the possibility of an afterlife, be it reincarnation or not. As an Agnostic, I believe that we can’t know what happens after we die because there’s no way to die and retain that knowledge.  I mean… die as in stay dead long enough for your body to rot and your soul to move on.  But I believe that an afterlife is possible… here’s why: A long time ago, I read this question: How would you know if you were alive unless you’ve once been dead? I didn’t know who said it, but a quick Google search shows it was Alan Watts… some British philosopher I’ve never heard of.  Anyway, the question kinda struck me as, I dunno, right.  Death comes to everyone, and so does life. I mean, we’re all alive, and we will all die.  There’s no way around it. Then I got to thinking about the matter of energy.  I mean the first law of thermodynamics says that “energy can neither be created nor destroyed; energy can only be transferred or changed from one form to another.” And what is the soul but the energy that gives our corporal form life? So, for me, it’s not beyond the realm of possibly for that energy to transfer from one form to another.

Now, do I believe that I’ll be the same entity that I was in this form? Nah. I’m hardly the same person I was five years ago.  I believe that, no matter what, when the soul that makes me Willow leaves this body at death, then Willow will be no more. Her time is done. Because everything is temporary. I mean, as the saying goes, we’re all made of starstuff, but we are not all stars. You know?

If you were, or are, a writer do you prefer writing short stories, poems, or novels? When I wrote fiction, my specialty was short stories and poetry.  I wasn’t as prolific as some people I know. I was one of those people who wrote when the muse hit me and then I edited and rewrote until I had a shining gem or I broke the story to pieces.  I attempted to write a novel once.  I don’t have the patience or determination to do it. I loved writing short stories. They were my niche.  And, if I can toot my own horn, I was pretty good at it. I used to post them on a website called and got some good critique there. Alas and alack, my muse has fled and it’s been a long time since I’ve written any fiction, let alone any poetry. I think it’s a good thing I haven’t written any poetry. I used to write poetry when I was deeply depressed. It was my way of expressing pent up emotions.  Again, I was pretty good at it — according to the people who read it. I mean, I probably wouldn’t win any global awards for it, but for an amateur, I did okay.

my_tombstone Anyway, writing was something I did for a long time. I wrote as easily as I breathed. I wrote every day even if it was in a journal.  I couldn’t imagine a life without writing. Then I went to college (at age 43) and majored in Creative Writing.  That killed my muse right quick.  I’ve talked about this before, but yeah. I haven’t written fiction or poetry since. They obviously thought my stuff was good or they wouldn’t have let me in the program, what they didn’t think was that it was publishable (read: no college publication would have it).  Too bad so sad, I don’t write to be published, I write for me. And that was a concept that no one in my program could wrap their head around. Why write if it’s not to be published? I write, because I must, not to fulfill some checklist of an unseen publisher somewhere. Anyway I digress. Since my muse has died or hidden herself in the deep, dark recesses of my mind, I now write blogs instead of short stories. Again, I’m not as prolific as others, but I never have been. I write when I must, and not to fulfill the demands of others. 🙂 Plus, y’all don’t see everything I’ve put to screen. I’ve deleted a lot of posts before they ever made it to the blog. Ha!

webmd dyingWhat inspired you this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.  Well, I wouldn’t say inspired so much as lit a fire under me. I got my tests results back from the ER visit, and noticed this line on my ultrasound results:  Coarsened liver parenchyma may represent early changes of cirrhosis as before(emphasis mine). Looking back over previous results (a little over eight months ago), something similar was there too. So, after the initial panic — OMG, do I have a liver disease? Fatty Liver? Cirrhosis? What the hell? Why didn’t anyone tell me this??? I calmed down and figured it probably wasn’t *that* bad if the doctors haven’t said anything. But, still, this is my liver we’re talking about here. And this is the exact area of my body that I’m having pains in. So, seriously doctors, what the hell? Anyway, this is the reason why I’m doing the elimination diet again and why I’m determined to do it correctly this time.  From what I’ve read, there is a cure for Nonalcoholic Fatty Liver Disease, and that is a low fat diet, and if this reading means that I have the early stages of that, well, I’m not gonna be the agent of death for my liver, because my quality of life already kinda sucks balls.  And if I’m totally panicking about nuthin’, well, a low fat diet, low FODMAP diet isn’t gonna hurt me, and will most likely help with my tummy issues anyway. The good news is that I’ve read that drinking coffee is good for my liver, so yes! I can keep my one vice! >_< Haha!

Via Cee’s Share Your World

8 thoughts on “Sharing My World 8/7/17

  1. Embeecee

    Ah… the link to that other blogger (if you’re interested) is
    She’s a sweetie and her blog focuses on her declining health, but it’s largely informative, not “oh woe is me” stuff…which is refreshing. And she’s very happy to share what she learns as she goes along. She might even have some answers for the whole shopping/recipes for two idea…


  2. Embeecee

    There is a lovely blogger here COPDTravails who was recently told she had fatty liver disease which was worsening. Perhaps you two should ‘meet’. Information shared is the best IMHO.

    About the writing..I have taken and continue to take (when I can find them) college level writing courses and mostly I come away with the idea (just like you) that there’s a LOT of ‘rules’ and bullshit that kill the muse. And some of the stuff that passes for ‘publishable’ is frankly drek of the worst order. Obtuse, misspelled, poor grammar construction and a story that gets lost in the rules. Fuck the rules. Write because you MUST and the tale will tell itself is my mantra. Still, I guess if one wants to get PAID to do this stuff, one should buckle under right? But that’s never, EVER been my style. I’m glad to know there is at least one other person who feels the same about the ‘machine’. To me? It’s broken.

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    1. Willow Post author

      It’s totally broken. I have difficulties writing in a formula, though I have… But more power to the people who can and who can make a living doing so.


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