rainy days and mondays on my mind

Talking to myself and feeling old Sometimes I'd like to quit  Nothing ever seems to fit Hanging Around Nothing to do but frown Rainy days and Mondays always get me down What I've got they used to call the blues Nothing is really wrong Feeling like I don't belong Walking around Some kind of lonely... Continue Reading →

finding purpose in suffering

There's absolutely no tidy pattern as to gets pain and who gets peace. How had I not seen that the brokenness of this world is so all-encompassing that it encompasses all of us? . . . This is the deal we all get: guaranteed suffering. It is coming, unstoppable, like time. There are graves coming,... Continue Reading →

when medical care is traumatic

It's safe to say that going from "my right foot is really hurting and I think this may be another round of osteomyelitis" - which would have been plenty bad - to a hospital stay with sepsis and blood sugars at levels of near ketoacidosis at times, as well as absolutely unbelievable lactic acid labs... Continue Reading →

changing diagnosis.

Write hard and clear about what hurts. - Ernest Hemingway. Since I first became really ill with autoimmune disease in 2012, it has seemed as though diagnosis have been tacked on and taken away as new symptoms have presented, an ongoing medical guessing game. This isn't unusual for spoonies to experience. It can take years... Continue Reading →

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