Reddit has their AMA, Ask Me Anything, and I have my AMAAST, Ask Me Almost Any Sick Thing. In a desperate attempt to find something to write about, I asked you to ask me something, anything. I gave you the option of leaving those questions anonymously on my Sarahah account, which didn’t work for some of you. Not that you had moral objections to doing it. It just literally didn’t work.
I did get a few anonymous questions/comments on Sarahah and only three of them were spammy in nature. For the last time, NO! I DON’T WANT TO LOOK AT YOUR WEB CAM! And, I got a few in the comments section of begging, pleading blog post. Thank y’all for participating. You helped a sister out when she couldn’t come up with an idea of her own and she is eternally grateful, which is me. I’m grateful for you people. So, without further ado and emotional blathering, here are the sick questions you came up with and the answers I came up with.
- thebeasley, who just happens to have a spectacular head of hair and writes at Just Another Blog asked if I’ve done much before starting this blog. She also said I was good. So take that, naysayers. *sticks tongue out* The short answer is, as a matter of fact I have written before this. Basically I’ve been writing since I could pick up a pen. I was writing my previous blog when I was diagnosed with my tumor. And, when I was a teenager I wrote a letter that got me on TV. So, if any one of you still has a VCR and feels like digging through the trillion boxes I’ve yet to unpack to find that lone VHS tape which has the news segment of me being interviewed and probably also a few episodes of Miami Vice on it, come on over.
- Blair, who writes the hilarious blog The Shameful Sheep, asked which person I would choose to haunt after I die, with the caveat that it had to be someone I actually know. She probably said that because she knows I would haunt Donald Trump and torment him by constantly pulling off his MAGA hat and exposing his hair, which looks like a poorly taxidermied squirrel. Since I have to choose someone I know, I’d choose my kids and I’d litter their respective homes with dirty dishes, random socks, and empty candy wrappers to pay them back for all the times I had to pick up after them.
- A blogger I utterly adore, Traci York, wants to know what superpower I would like to have. Is there a superpower that allows me to eat marshmallows for dinner and Skittles for dessert while not gaining an ounce? I want that one. I suppose I could ask for the superpowers of boundless intelligence, herculean strength, or having freeze rays for eyes, but fuck that. Skittles! All day! Every day! Maybe I should just wish for willpower. Eh, that’s too boring. I’m going with the Skittles thing.
- Ellie, from Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees, wanted me to plug her book. I told her to come up with a question to ask me and I would. I don’t think she ever did that, but you know what? I’m going to plug her book anyway because Ellie is one of my first followers and has been consistently supportive. She is hilarious and her grammar is impeccable, so follow this link and buy her book.

Dude, buy it.
- The author behind Final Chapter – A True Life Blog wanted to know my stance on hunting. Assuming you’re not slaughtering an endangered species, skinning it to make a rug for your man cave, and leaving the carcass to rot in the midday sun while you drive away in your stretch Hummer limousine with your 5th trophy wife, I’m good. It seems to me that responsible hunting is probably ecologically and morally superior to factory farming.
- Teresa Miller was curious about my idiosyncrasies and my favorite things in life. As you can well imagine, if you’ve read a few of my posts, I’m a bit of a quirky bird. I’m a control freak when it comes to dishes. That’s not so much an idiosyncrasy as it is a survival mechanism. Really, I have to be, because my husband seriously cannot load a dishwasher to save his life. It’s bedlam. You should see it. Bowls stacked on pots, plates pushed together so nothing gets clean. The man has perfected the art of melting straws. He should be arrested for his egregious crimes and put away for eternity. Which leads me to some of my favorite things in life, alone time and complete control of the television. And Skittles. Let us never forget the joy of Skittles.
- bluerosegirl08 wants to know why I chose to homeschool my son. Well, first, it’s just a really great excuse to buy more pens. But mostly we homeschool because it works for him. If ever it doesn’t work for him, we’re open to more traditional schooling. Until that day comes, I just try to deal with people constantly asking me, but what about his SOCIALIZATION?!?!?!?
- The lone anonymous question I got on Sarahah was the one pictured above. I have recently been toying around with the idea of writing a fiction piece with a woman my age as the lead character, sort of a midlife crisis story without the bimbo trophy wives and overpriced sports cars. In a lot of ways, I identify with this. No, I’m not dropping my husband for the pool boy and getting massive fake boobs and botox, but I understand what it’s like to look up and suddenly wonder who you are and where your life went. If I ever write that book I guess I will have to dedicate it to my tumor.
Now, that’s all for the questions, but there was on single solitary piece of anonymous constructive criticism for me and it was a true gem. I don’t know who left this note for me. All I know is that I love this person and their unique brand of humor very, very, very, very ever so much. I am more than happy to take their advice because, as you know, I aim to please here at I’m Sick And So Are You.

There, is that better?
*Featured image courtesy of Pixabay.
I’ve enjoyed reading back through your blog posts since discovering you here in the ether a few weeks ago. Last week was a hard one around here and I have spent an inordinate amount of time on the couch. My oldest, littlest pet was just diagnosed with an aggressive cancer and it took all the air out of me when I heard. I find it interesting that with her, I want to know all the answers to all the questions: How does it feel ? What can I do ? Is it enough that I just sit here with you ? I want to know that of my friends who have been diagnosed too, but somehow I can’t seem to ask the questions. My little dog can’t answer, but I think my friends can. I have been sitting here paralyzed this week. So tell me, when that diagnosis comes, is it a comfort to hear from others ? Are the questions welcome or are they a burden ? Maybe what is happening with my little dog will be a gift in that I’ll finally move beyond that paralysis with those in my life that CAN actually share what’s happening. And may I ask, how are you doing today ? ♡
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I’m so sorry to hear your dear pet is so ill. I can understand how that would take the air out of you. I’m sure everyone is a little different when they get a big diagnosis. For me, I just wanted my friends where they were before I got ill. I wanted and needed, often times, to just have my life go on like I wasn’t even ill, but I also needed a lot of flexibility and understanding when I couldn’t participate in things or when I was even too tired to talk. Humor, for me, is the cure all. You can never go wrong by making me laugh. And lastly, just doing what you did, asking how I am or lending an offer of help is all anyone ever needs whether they’re sick or not. And I am doing pretty well these days. I will have my first scan since learning that my tumor was dead next week. I’m nervous, but I’m getting by.
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This is an awesome idea. I’ll have to do this on my blog one of these days! 🙂
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Another great post from one of my very favorite bloggers! Happy Sunday Christine 🙂
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That’ll show your kids! Haha. And yes, I totally knew you’d answer Trump. I think most sane people would 😀
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HEY thanks so much for the humongous plug, girl!! …Even though somehow you weren’t able to see my response which I dutifully typed into that Sahara thingy. Oh well, I think it was some mundane thing like if you could have chosen any parents you wanted, whom would you have picked. Boring, right? Honestly though, I don’t remember if that was it or if it was something else. Never mind! The earth will continue rotating on its axis! (I hope.) Great ideas from the folks, though, eh?! Your blog rocks, Christine! This follower is stickin’ around! ❤
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HOLD IT!!!! THAT “ANONYMOUS” IDEA WAS MINE!!!! Character in a movie, that was mine, see, cuz I just wrote my book about working in film, so it was on my mind!!! Geez you can see what a terrible memory I have, not recalling that that was the idea I proposed to you. Also, I think that software Sahahahara whatever, is the pits, very buggy apparently, eh? Booooo. 😀 Anyhoo, mystery solved! ❤
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Yay! Now we know!
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OK, spurred by your Twitter reply, I’ll ask you a question. If your life could suddenly be perfect, your dream
life, what would it look like and what little step are you taking today towards that?
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I’ll get to you later, mister.
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Well done. Now it’s perfect and I love you too:-)
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Awesome. Thank you for answering my question. As an aside, can I please borrow your Miami Vice VCRs?
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I love this post. I wish I could increase the font size for the word LOVE, I love it so much, especially the comment at the end. Why aren’t more people randomly and anonymously funny instead of mean and spammy?
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I know, right!
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