Won’t you look down upon me, Jesus? You’ve got to help me make a stand You’ve just got to see me through another day My
Category: anxiety
lions and tigers and flares, oh my! (and falls and gnarly injuries too)
(So often I want to write about things other than autoimmune disease and spoonie life – but I also think it’s important to share just
talking about life and death, covid and sick days, and loving others through these times.
This is attempt number five to write this post because my thoughts are in a million places – and this time I’ve decided it’s best
honoring the memory of erin gilmer – and considering some of my most difficult days at the hands of the medical community as well. (we must do better for those in chronic pain.)
As I wrote in my previous post, my rheumatologist had to take unexpected medical leave and cancelled all of his appointments suddenly – which he
chronic pain, being treated like garbage as a patient, and Hell’s own flare on the horizon. . .
While I’m generally a pretty positive spoonie – and a cooperative patient as well – being treated like hot garbage by my rheumatologist’s office while
speaking my heart on mental health and suicide.
Earlier this week, I was just rocked to learn of the passing of a precious soul in our local Christian community, Steve Austin. Steve was
