My personal connotations with hospital are difficult to express. A bit of trauma, a bit of melancholy, and a bit of joy. But mostly not joy. Hospitals are a weird place to spend your time. My most vivid set of memories in hospital that weren’t traumatic were mostly from when I had infliximab infusions every […]
After I had spent a grand total of three hundred or so dollars on these luxurious, hotel-casino quality macarons, it occurred to me that I was better off wasting my money on something less expensive—say, macarons I made myself.