by Irma Geddon | Sep 11, 2025 | Life
As an older, fat woman, I can never be right in the eyes of doctors. It’s been a while since I’ve seen one that passes the Irma test. I have diabetes. My blood tests are bad? I eat too much sugar—even if I don’t. Oh wait, but I’ve lost weight...
by Irma Geddon | Sep 4, 2025 | Life
This is it! I’m fifty years old. Half of my life expectancy is behind me. Probably more two thirds, if we take my health into account. What does that mean for me? Probably that my time is almost up. Probably that I need to start living by my own rules for good,...
by Irma Geddon | Sep 2, 2025 | Life
I’m feeling a little better today. Not one-hundred percent, but good enough that I don’t grunt too much when I try to move around. It’s there kinds of days when my mental health does saltos. It’s both happy, because I can finally do some things...
by Irma Geddon | Aug 1, 2025 | Life
It’s in a little more than one month. The big five-oh. I’ll be fifty years old. I’ll have spent two quarters of my life. I’ll be a Queen-ager. A senior woman, with not much to show for her life except for her acts of service for other people....
