the best of and the worst of.

The smell of hospitals in winter, And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters but no pearl. . . -┬áCounting Crows I had a spectacularly shitty medical day today. Truly. Lots to tell. I've also had some wonderful times with my nearests and there are some soul stirring things I want to share…

feeling the invisible.

Y'all, it has been a holy hell, beast of a week, with all kinds of new and exciting symptoms manifesting - yay, autoimmune disease - and old foolishness rearing it's ugly head too. All I have for this is "What the Frack?" As it happens, it's also Invisible Illness & Disability Awareness Week - that's…

heaviness.

I have a "heavier thing" weighing on my mind to get to today. But, first, let's talk about yesterday and today in Paleo/RA for a minute. I say both days because I actually started this post last night and wrote a large part of it before closing my eyes to rest at about 4 AM…

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…

who the heck is allergic to ducks?!?

As y'all know, I've been fighting my autoimmune diseases for several years while getting more and more sick. I've also developed multiple food intolerances and many GI issues recently - which is not at all uncommon as I have celiac disease as well. I knew I was allergic to eggs but have been reacting to…

frightening doctor visits.

I remember my very first question on my NCLEX exam for my nursing license being an orthopedic question - my least favorite subject - and me thinking, "This can't be a good sign." And then I REALLY couldn't believe the irony when I was hired to work the orthopedic floor as my first job -…

mother mother

For whatever reason, somehow my biological mother - who I haven't seen in 18 years (and that was a traumatic run-in at the ob-gyn's office I wrote about in one of my Mother's Day posts) - made one of her occasional pop-ups on my Facebook tonight. That hasn't happened in a couple of years either…

an honest conversation about the ugly things

When our state Attorney General's wife, Bridgette Marshall, passed away last weekend, something about her - and his family - really affected me and I couldn't get them out of my mind. Information started slowly trickling in, some from reputable news outlets, some rumors, but, by Sunday night, I understood that she had some mental…