the autoimmune hippie.

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

Miranda Herring

  • my first nursing place.

    This morning, I left home early (for me) to go over to Southside (my original stomping grounds) to run a quick errand. Taking my usual shortcut, I crossed directly in front of UAB Highlands – and just had to cry. Since the breaking news update of an active shooter at the hospital came to my… Read more

  • home.

    After a helluva couple of days, I’m up late, drinking a La Croix, doing some reading and pinning, in our cozy bed at the Lake with Henry and my better half asleep next to me, Sara asleep in the next room, and Mom and Pop asleep downstairs. Earlier tonight, my sweet husband went to our… Read more

  • incredibly sick.

    In less than 36 hours, I’ve been to the ER twice, Urgent Care once (where I finally got the third set of shots that seems to be helping some), and learned that this flare is so bad it is affecting my esophagus, when I choked on rice so badly that it obstructed my airway for… Read more

  • the quiet room (with cheryl strayed)

    If you look over my tattoos, they are mostly quotes and words. Bits and pieces I love. Parts of my story. I love words. I tend to hide in my books after a rough day. And yesterday was just terrible and bizarre and hard and unnecessary and frustrating with a child in a way my… Read more

  • becoming

    I’ve written often recently about the negatives of my illness – and there are many – but a thought has been following me around that has given me pause: Life is not happening to you; it’s happening for you. Even the bad stuff is, in some way, happening for us. And I’ve heard this in… Read more

  • love, family, and a cato bag

    On Friday, my husband, daughter, and I drove down to Montgomery to do our taxes – always such a party – and also to get to see our family for a little bit. On the way to our appointment, we stopped to visit our GJ and it was sooo good to see her. When we… Read more

  • a rude awakening

    As an autoimmune patient, I’ve written a great deal about the experience of my disease process. And I’m sure I will continue to share what I experience in the future. Honestly, though, I wasn’t sure I was going to share what I woke up to earlier today – because I don’t quite know HOW to… Read more

  • making lemonade

    After learning from my ortho doc on Friday morning that my third metatarsal in my right foot has fractured (it makes my sixth current fracture in my feet) and experiencing severe pain in my right knee and hip that is making it even more difficult to walk, I am spending this weekend in bed resting… Read more

  • but first we pray

    Yesterday there was a horrific school shooting in Parkland, Florida. I, along with many, watched the news unfold on TV, my heart breaking. Images of students coming out, hands up, to be searched. Images of parents waiting for news of their children, still inside. Sheriffs tasked with giving report of the injured and the dead.… Read more

  • pain

      Just as I have been in the midst of a major pain crisis, I saw this the other day: http://deadstate.org/jeff-sessions-chronic-pain-sufferers-should-take-an-aspirin-and-tough-it-out/ The Attorney General of the United States stated that we chronic pain patients need to “take some aspirin and tough it out.” WOW. When I first saw this, I had to really sit and… Read more