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Brother Rat

The week is almost over and it feels as though I’ve done nothing but cough and nod off on the couch. Wimbledon is momentarily too painful to discuss following Donna Vekić’s heartbreaking semifinal loss to Jasmine Paolini, and I can’t craft anything suspenseful or amusing from some recent basement mishaps that served as superfluous reminders […]

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Headaches

My worst headache today wasn’t the one from Covid — ibuprofen helped with that. It arrived via text, when my mom sent a new photo of my dad’s spider bite, which had gone from steadily improving in appearance to looking worse than ever. Crankenstein, who says she feels “70% better” as of today, saw patients

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Accentuate the Positive

“Sorry for being a fuckface and giving you Covid,” Crankenstein said dejectedly this morning, an apology that would’ve made me laugh appreciatively if I wasn’t about to cough. I’d taken a test so I’d know whether to reschedule Tuesday’s PT appointment and wasn’t surprised when the bottom line immediately lit up like a Christmas tree

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Red, White and Eww

“Why did your dad send me this?” Crankenstein asked as she made her entrance yesterday morning, tilting her phone to reveal a closeup of some sort of burn, rash or other flesh wound. Normally when they text each other it’s to exchange bear memes and headlines (bears as in Ursidae, not voluptuous gay men, which

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Great Scot

“I guess with my tennis it’s always been a bit of a struggle,” Andy Murray told Sue Barker after losing a first-round doubles match at Wimbledon this evening, an understatement that made many fans, myself included, chuckle through our tears. Unless he decides otherwise in the coming days or weeks, it’s not a wrap on

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Washout

Last week I forgot about the sprinkler and left it running for a half-hour longer than necessary. I’d set a timer on my watch, and I remember pressing ‘stop’ when my phone and wrist vibrated in unison. Then I returned to whatever it was I was doing, thinking Oh, I’ll finish this first, it’ll only

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Cruel Summer

The GI trip took a little over two hours today, most of it spent waiting. Once ensconced in an exam room, my first visitor was a research coordinator who asked me to fill out a questionnaire for a longitudinal study tracking the outcomes of a few thousand patients at IBD clinics across the US. When

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