the autoimmune hippie.

Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful though you have considered all the facts. . . Practice resurrection. – Wendell Berry

Miranda Herring

  • sober thursday.

    This wasn’t today’s original post. Today was already mostly ready and planned out. But sometimes the message keeps coming through that there is something else more pressing I need to write about  (more on that in a bit) – so I will. This was my Monday. I know I always say I am grateful –… Read more

  • confirmation of the big scary diagnosis – and looking towards 40.

    Today was a tiring – and important – day. I had my long awaited appointment with my Rheumy for him to review all of my information since the start of the CRPS. He did – and immediately confirmed the diagnosis. Though this was not unexpected – and is actually quite helpful as it will get… Read more

  • bring in the New! (and my people!)

    A couple of days after Christmas, my daughter and I both got sick as Hale. Like laid out with the bronchitis/sinusitis plague, sick as Hale. That’s when I also remembered that I always manage to get super sick right after Christmas – maybe due to being run down or around lots of people or angering… Read more

  • wanting more (and less) in 2019

    Yesterday morning, I read an article about Colin O’ Brady becoming the first person to ever cross Antarctica unassisted, a truly incredible feat. https://www.nbcnews.com/news/world/american-man-first-solo-across-antarctica-unaided-n952186 The explorer who attempted the same, Henry Worsley, in 2016 fell ill and passed away, just 30 miles short of his goal. Still, what an amazing attempt. https://www.theguardian.com/world/2016/jan/25/explorer-henry-worsley-dies-during-antarctic-record-attempt It is also… Read more

  • night.

    My sleep schedule is bizarre to say the least. I often sleep in two or three hour increments. My pain wakes me at all hours. My body will abruptly insist that I go lay down – no matter what I’m doing. I can even sleep for a few hours sitting straight up (my family hates… Read more

  • all alone! whether you like it or not, alone will be something you’ll be quite a lot.

    This is going to be what I call an Easter Egg post, meaning it isn’t going to be circulated on Facebook or anything like that. It’s too personal – and the regular folk won’t understand anyway. This one is really just for me (and any spoonies it might help) – because I’ve had an elephant… Read more

  • let’s get our Christmas on! 🎄

    Things have been paining hardcore recently – but, but, but. . . Christmas weekend is here!!! So they are just going to have to pain on – and I am going to enjoy Christmas! We have family visits and movies to watch and Santa will come by and there’s time to spend together and music… Read more

  • thanks for spending the evening with me, bruce (you know better than anybody that music is the best therapy)

    The screen door slams, Mary’s dress waves Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays Roy Orbison singing for the lonely Hey, that’s me and I want you only Don’t turn me home again, I just can’t face myself alone again Don’t run back inside, darling, you know just what I’m… Read more

  • picking up my crazy heart to give it one more try (or twelve)

    And this ain’t no place for the weary kind And this ain’t no place to lose your mind And this ain’t no place to fall behind Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try. – The Weary Kind, Ryan Bingham Before I say all that I need to, let me report that… Read more

  • it seems i have a helluva thing, y’all.

    During the night Sunday night and into early Monday morning, the throbbing pain in my left foot and ankle that I wrote about in my last blog post escalated into the most horrifying and unbearable pain I have EVER experienced. As I point of reference, I didn’t cry during labor with Sara Marie – I… Read more