my big sick.

I know that I'm sick. So does my family. So do my friends. So do all of you. I write about it. I take steps to deal with it. I've had to give up my work because of it. I'm having to regrow my hair due to it. However, in the past two years¬† it…

a spoonie-get-well week.

It's a medical week here, with more extra doctor's appointments and whatnot and some conditions flaring that haven't in quite some time, in addition to my RA. So today, during the day, I got all of the sleeps. Yesterday, though, Sara and I rode with my husband to see our family, and got to visit…

18 months – and a good good day. =D

Yesterday was crammed full of All. The. (Good). Things. So much to tell. First, I got a notification that it was my 18 month soberversary: I know I've written often about all things substance abuse and sobriety - but this is different. I was laughing at myself earlier because I used to have a drink…

getting back up.

It has been the worst few days, physically and emotionally. Monday afternoon, my precious bestie left flowers and prezzies for Sara and for me on our front porch - even though she was sick herself and out of spoons to boot. She is just the very best. And the extra love was much needed. Hell…

feeling small.

we are frail, we are fearfully and wonderfully made forged in the fires of human passions, choking on the fumes of selfish rage and, with these our hells and our heavens, so few inches apart we must be awfully small and not as strong as we think we are. - rich mullins   We had…

a laid out spoonie – but on the mend.

Do y'all remember that post from yesterday about how I was feeling better? The one I wrote and then hopped up and cleaned out my fridge - a major undertaking that I should have-¬† but didn't - ask for help with - and did some other things that I desperately needed to do around my…