the autoimmune hippie.

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

spoonie life.

  • a view (again) from the 8th floor.

    Over this past weekend, I became terribly ill. As is often the case, it initially appeared to be a CRPS flare. In fact, it IS a CRPS flare. It was just apparent by Monday morning that it also involved an infection in my feet that might also be systemic.  So it was time to return… Read more

  • one of those mixed bag (birthday) weeks.

    It started last week with a great fall. . . As it happened, I was working on the bed late Tuesday night/Wednesday morning and Henry had fallen asleep across the bed, more than taking his half out of the middle. Rather than move him, I just slid in the bed on the edge next to… Read more

  • new years eve 2022

    Above is my New Year’s wish for all of us that I share every year. ❤ After another year of pandemic for everyone – and another round of sepsis myself, I am grateful to have safely arrived at the start of 2022. In looking through my Facebook memories, I came across this thought I saved… Read more

  • recovering from scary sick.

    The Lord your God is among you; He is mighty to save. He will rejoice over you with gladness; He will quiet you with His love; He will rejoice over you with singing. – Zephaniah 3:17 (BSB) I’m writing again from my cozy spot, beyond thankful to be home with my people as so much… Read more

  • the scariest flare i’ve ever had.

    As I’ve written about often, I have Complex Regional Pain Syndrome (CRPS) as one of my primary diagnosis. It struck me, literally out of nowhere when I woke up from a nap – I had laid down not feeling great but in my usual state of health – in December of 2018. I woke up… Read more

  • gratitude – and an important awareness day to remember (and why this little bulldog will get some fresh orange flowers today).

    I’ve started no fewer than six posts about my week last week, telling y’all that I missed posting on World Arthritis Day because I was incredibly sick, and that I also missed The Dead show I was incredibly (oh so very) excited for that same day – both because I was sick and because I’m… Read more

  • seeing fire and rain.

    Won’t you look down upon me, Jesus? You’ve got to help me make a stand You’ve just got to see me through another day My body’s aching and my time is at hand And I won’t make it any other way. – – Fire and Rain, James Taylor It’s been a James Taylor, Fire and Rain,… Read more

  • practicing resurrection.

    Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful though you have considered all the facts. . . Practice resurrection. – Wendell Berry This favorite quote from Wendell Berry actually came to my mind on Sunday afternoon while I was virtually attending the memorial service for my precious, hilariously funny, full of life friend Jamie. Even through my tears,… Read more

  • a week of hard. (a long post for a long week)

    It’s our SCWC Writeathon week and I’m starting late – but I’m here – because it has just been absolute hell these past several days. I’ve tried to find the pretty words to say it – and they just aren’t to be found. At the beginning of last week, two young women I’ve known since… Read more

  • talking about life and death, covid and sick days, and loving others through these times.

    This is attempt number five to write this post because my thoughts are in a million places – and this time I’ve decided it’s best to just put it all out there and publish. . . so this one may be a bit. . . scattered. Scattered is appropriate though, I think, as these recent… Read more