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 →
Get In Line
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 →