This Week In Numbers: The Medical Mystery Tour

5 – number of days this week Henry or I have seen a doctor

6 – number of waiting rooms I’ve waited in since Monday morning. Add the one on Friday and you get 7.

13 – number of days I’ve now been dealing with a rash of unknown origin or diagnosis.

5 – number of different diagnoses for the rash on my body. It’s been shingles, staph, a bug bite, a fungus, contact dermatitis…

7 – number of shots Henry had to drain what looked like aliens out of an infected boil

365,397 – times I wanted to die on Wednesday

28,967 – times I wet my pants while vomiting on Wednesday

28,967 – times I didn’t care about said wetting of pants because of the 365,397 times I wanted to die

6 – number of hours spent at the ER

3 – number of sticks it took for the nurse at the ER to run an IV

2 – number of bags of fluid shoved in my veins in the ER

0 – sadly, the number of bags of vodka shoved in my veins in the ER

2 – number of complete blood panels run on me

4 – number of prescriptions I’ve filled and tried

3 – number of people in this house who are dying for this week to be over

1 – number of biopsies done on said rash by the bitchy yankee PA who made me feel like an absolute asshole for not having changed ANYthing I’ve done for the last 2 weeks. She couldn’t believe I hadn’t switched shampoo, detergent, or soap in TWO WHOLE WEEKS. What?

1 – also the number of HOLES I now have on my rash on my stomach

12 – number of Krispy Kreme doughnuts I bought on my way home from the last doctor’s appointment today


I’m fine. I’m alive. Henry’s fine. He’s alive. Nothing is horribly wrong with either of us. Just one of those weeks that started off at the tippy top of the hill and rooooooolllled down swiftly.

The Georgia Cash Crop Cobbler

The Georgia Cash Crop Cobbler

I like to play with cobblers during the summer. Obviously, peach cobbler is my favorite. It always has been, and always will be.

But this little creation really hits the spot.

It combines the comforts of my home – peaches and pecans – with the blueberry, one of Georgia’s newest (and biggest) cash crops.

The Georgia Cash Crop Cobbler


  • 1 stick of butter
  • 1 cup of milk
  • 1 cup of sugar
  • 1 cup of flour
  • 1 cup of peaches
  • ¾-1 cup of blueberries
  • ½-¾ cup of pecans pieces (I prefer roasted and salted)
  • Cinnamon Sugar
  • Extra pecan pieces for topping

Preheat oven to 350°.

Mix the peaches, blueberries and pecans. I like to mix them early in the day with about a teaspoon of sugar and then refrigerate them so the flavors all mix together.


In a separate bowl, mix the milk, sugar and flour with a whisk. I like mine to be smooth, not clumpy.


Spray the bottom of a 9×9 or equivalent casserole dish.

Melt the full stick of butter and pour half of it in the casserole.

On top of that, pour the fruit mixture and then pour the milk/flour/sugar mixture on top. I like to poke it around and make sure it reaches the bottom. You CAN mix it all together (fruit, milk/flour/sugar) beforehand. Either way works.

Then y’all are going to drizzle the remaining melted butter on top. Here’s where I sprinkle a touch of cinnamon sugar all over for a kick of flavor.

Pop it in the preheated oven and set the timer for 45 minutes.


That 45 minutes will give y’all time to sip on some Peach Sangria and unload the dishwasher. Once the timer dings, sprinkle a few more pecans on top, rotate 180°, resist the urge to get a spoon and dig in, and add 15 minutes to the clock.

Once the last timer dings, you’re set to go with your Georgia Cash Crop Cobbler. Add a scoop of vanilla ice cream or just some whipped cream and enjoy!



A Collector of People

“She was a collector of people.”

This phrase has come up more than once in the last few weeks, strangely. The first and most moving time was at my friend Julia’s mom’s memorial service. In her eulogy, Julia mentioned her mother was a people collector and quickly it was clear she was  one of the most loved and admired women I’ve ever (once) come in contact with. She held her collection close to her and they very obviously lifted her up as she lifted them up.

I’ve known people like this. For example, my Grannie was like this. She liked to have people around. Family, friends new and old, children of her friends, grandchildren of her friends, nieces, nephews, neighbors… her door was always open. When she died, people didn’t know what they would do without her friendship and love.

I think I’m one of these people.

I think I’m a people collector. If somebody asked me to describe my “circle of friends” I wouldn’t know where to start.

The collecting of my friends has spanned my entire life. I’ve always been one who could jump from one group to another, I think, and that’s served me well.

But sometimes it’s hard to keep track of all the people I’ve collected over the years. I want to know everything they’re doing and going through and help them through tough times. That’s hard to do, physically and emotionally. Facebook has made it easier, but you still only get glimpses.

I’m going to keep collecting those people. Friends from my childhood, high school, and college; the ones I inherited when I married; child loss sisters and brothers all over the world; my December’s Finest girls; blogging friends (too many circles to list); my cheese group (you know who you are); runner friends; people I feel like are my sisters and brothers; and honestly, those I’ve not yet met TO collect!

I only met Julia’s mom once, quickly at a brunch, but my friend Julia’s mother has shown me something through her untimely death.

One day we’re all going to die and it’s absolutely true that a life well-lived with love and grace is a life well-remembered. And if you’ve collected people on your way through that life, your life will be richer and so will theirs.



Yesterday, I over-committed.

See? I decided after seeing Laurie post about this “write every damn day in August” writing exercise, that I would sign up for it, too. Let’s be honest here. I’m in a rut. I need to kickstart my brain.

But I’m not good at these things. These “do this for 30 days” things. I fall off the wagon and fully expect to this time. I figure if I make it to day 5, I’ll be pleased.

But maybe I’ll surprise myself.


If you want to join, check out the 30 Days of Writing: Write Yourself Alive site. 

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