Category: spoonie life.
blessedly, the right doctor for the job is a nurse. . .
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.)
chronic pain, being treated like garbage as a patient, and Hell’s own flare on the horizon. . .
it’s disability awareness (umm, pride?) month.
it’s time to talk about delta – and masking once more.
beethoven never heard the 9th. . .
sharing a short devotional from my book on another day of loss in our community.
we tell ourselves stories in order to live. . .
the autoimmune hippie. 