the autoimmune hippie.

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

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  • it’s a spoonie’s life

    Due to some sort of glitch in my doctor’s e-script system, the refill I requested earlier this week of one of my non-narcotic, routine nerve pain medications that at least helps the incredible burning pain in my spine and knees was sent in but not received by my pharmacy. When I called my doctor’s office,… Read more

  • new year. new things. new business.

    As I mentioned in my previous post, I am starting off 2018 working on some personal health goals. As long-term steroid therapy has not been kind to my weight, it is time to find a way to lose some extra pounds. I am hopeful that it will help my joint pain (at least a little),… Read more

  • new year’s day

    My precious friend Chani and I both managed have to have a beast of a health year, each in our own way, in 2017. She is battling cancer – and fighting like the fierce woman she is! – and she REALLY had to bring it last year. So, just this New Year’s morning, we both… Read more

  • farewell, 2017

    What. A. Year. There were plenty of good good things. Many wonderful experiences:                     Those things were all really special and so much fun. There have been other great things that I am very thankful for as well: My bestie moved much closer and I love,… Read more

  • well.

    I really love the idea of choosing a word as a kind of an intention for the year and I’ve been thinking it over for the last week or so and gone through several choices before I finally settled on one: well. I think it encompasses exactly what I intended with my all of my other… Read more

  • makin’ plans for 2018

    As you know if you’ve even glanced at any of my recent blogs, I am super stoked for Christmas. In fact, Miracle on 34th Street is playing in the background as I write.  I can’t wait! But, today, I’m also thinking a bit beyond Christmas joy for a minute to 2018 and doing some goal… Read more

  • invisible but very real

    During the last five years or so that my precious Grandmother was here, she would have times when she was terribly sick and I would try to get her to go see her doctor and she would refuse, saying she felt too bad to go to the doctor. And I remember thinking that was about… Read more

  • #thebrokenway (thanks, Ann)

    I last wrote about an awful day on Thursday, hoping for a restful Friday, but that was not to be. The daughter I recently wrote about, who struggles with BPD and type 1 bipolar disorder, is off visiting her grandparents, you see, so you would think that would create some space for rest for her… Read more

  • grandmother said there’d be days like this. . .

    Less than 24 hours ago, I wrote a post about my precious pastor’s wonderful sermon last Sunday on hope, thinking it was for someone reading my blog – and I have no doubt that it was. What I didn’t know then was that it was also maybe a bit for me too, for the terrible… Read more

  • sharing hope

    “You have a purpose on this earth that, if you ever find it and do it, will bring more satisfaction than any of your problems combined can discourage you.” – Pastor Chris Yesterday was chemo shot day, a shot that hit me inexplicably hard so Henry Wonderpup Herring and I spent our day today in bed:… Read more