January 22, 2026

Reporting to Sickbay

By Joe

I got a little distracted this morning watching Starfleet Academy and completely forgot to write a post. It happens.

There’s not much exciting to report today, but I am seeing my new neurologist for the first time. I’ve been waiting nearly three years for the Headache Clinic to hire a new permanent neurologist, so this appointment has been a long time coming. I’m cautiously optimistic—and really hoping this one sticks around.

She seems fresh out of medical school—very Dr. Bashir energy—though I’m realistic enough to know she won’t be nearly as distractingly attractive.

And since I haven’t posted an Isabella Pic of the Week in a while, here’s one for this week. 🐾

She knows when she sees something pretty.

Now off to get ready. 🚿

About Joe

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I began my life in the South and for five years lived as a closeted teacher, but am now making a new life for myself as an oral historian in New England. I think my life will work out the way it was always meant to be. That doesn't mean there won't be ups and downs; that's all part of life. It means I just have to be patient. I feel like October 7, 2015 is my new birthday. It's a beginning filled with great hope. It's a second chance to live my life…not anyone else's. My profile picture is "David and Me," 2001 painting by artist Steve Walker. It happens to be one of my favorite modern gay art pieces. View all posts by Joe
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One response to “Reporting to Sickbay”

  • Anonymous's avatar Anonymous
    January 22nd, 2026 at 9:28 am

    I feel pretty,
    Oh, so pretty,
    I feel pretty and witty and gay,
    And I pity
    Any girl who isn’t me today.

    I feel charming,
    Oh, so charming,
    It’s alarming how charming I feel,
    And so pretty
    That I hardly can believe I’m real.

    See the pretty girl in that mirror there,
    Who can that attractive girl be?
    Such a pretty face,
    Such a pretty dress,
    Such a pretty smile,
    Such a pretty me!

    I feel stunning
    And entrancing,
    Feel like running
    and dancing
    for joy,
    For I’m loved by a pretty wonderful boy!

    West Side Story, 1961

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