A wild life is worth living.
I'm coming out of a period of hibernation. Not literal hibernation, as I recently traveled with my kids to Florida, but a mental hibernation. I got sick a couple months ago and the more time that passes, the more I'm sure it was some sort of autoimmune flare up rather than a virus. First and... Continue Reading →
I'm entering night three of a bout of unnamed illness, and currently typing from an awkward reclined position because being upright for more than a few minutes is a non-starter. Coffee and dim lighting for the headache, blankets and sweater for the chills. It's not vertigo, more like motion sickness, where nodding or turning my... Continue Reading →
While I was on vacation, I ate bread that did not make my stomach upset. When I returned, I ate the same bread and felt sick. A rational person might just stop eating bread that made them ill, but I adore bread. My favorite food is sandwiches (like Joey from Friends) and no it is... Continue Reading →
I fear this has become a blog of complaints, where I whine about customer relations and admin and medical problems, but if you aren't a person with chronic issues, you may not have any idea what goes into the process of staying alive. My oldest kid is allergic to peanuts, which I know because when... Continue Reading →
Y'all. Today is the Mondayest Monday. Last night I had nonstop nightmares, but I can't remember what the nightmares were about, so I don't even know what to be afraid of. Killer spiders? Natural disasters? Escaping a car that's filling with water (this one is on frequent nightmare rotation)? Who knows. I guess I'll just... Continue Reading →
If I dreamt of being an actress, I'd be going about the business of fame by hanging around soda shop counters and hoping to be discovered for just sitting and sipping. I'm taking the same approach to my writing success. Maybe if I just send words into the abyss someone will say, "can I publish... Continue Reading →
It turns out you can't just affirm anything you want into existence. Psyching myself up to write more and submit to other publications is seemingly more attainable than my quest to eat more vegetables. I was not able to manifest better health. I love vegetables and have watched several documentaries that extol the virtues of... Continue Reading →
I don't think I need special treatment as a person with an incurable illness. I mean, if a law was passed to allow anyone with an autoimmune disease to cut the lines at Disney World, I would ride Space Mountain until I puked, but I wouldn't demand that law be passed in the first place.... Continue Reading →
A few years ago I thought I had cancer. My doctor was concerned so I had a barrage of tests including a biopsy of the lymph node in my neck that was jutting out like Frankenstein's bolts. The mystery of the neck lump was never solved, but I didn't have cancer so I tried to... Continue Reading →
Fantastic artwork by The Chronically Honest Since purging most of the influencers on my social media feeds, I've been searching for new people to follow. I picked several interesting thinkers, photographers, some minimalists, and found a large community of folks who suffer from chronic illness. I've had my diagnosis twelve years and had no idea... Continue Reading →
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