I'm often asked why I blog. Or, as my sister put it "Why put yourself out there? It's dangerous. A serial killer could hunt you...

( photo ) Long time readers will already have a far too intimate knowledge of my bowel habits.  I don't shy away from the less glamo...

I tend to shy away from political discussions on this blog.  It's been a very deliberate decision on my part. Privately I have cer...

Warning: Woe is me post ahead.  May contain TMI, pathetic loads of self-pity, a wee bit of incoherent ranting, and sailoresque swearing. ...

Well my plans for normal have gone a bit awry.  Bob and my stomach have ganged up to bitch slap me back into submission.  And once more my w...

I quit.  Yep that's right, I quit.  I'm over it.  The whole kit and caboodle.  I'm taking my bat and my ball and I'm going h...

I received a reminder for my now annual breast ultrasound two weeks ago.  For those of you who have read this blog for a while you'll re...

Oh Black Eyed Peas, how I wish I could sing your pithy song with you: What you gon' do with all that junk? All that junk inside your ...

Well after a rather crappy couple of months I finally made it out of the house this past weekend.  Me? Manage to get out of the house?  I kn...

This week marks the start of Invisible Illness Awareness Week (okay, so it's more of a US initiative, but here in Australia we are bit ...