As I wrote in my previous post, my rheumatologist had to take unexpected medical leave and cancelled all of his appointments suddenly – which he
chronic pain, being treated like garbage as a patient, and Hell’s own flare on the horizon. . .
While I’m generally a pretty positive spoonie – and a cooperative patient as well – being treated like hot garbage by my rheumatologist’s office while
it’s disability awareness (umm, pride?) month.
Though I understand its point, I haven’t been able to warm to the idea of Disability Pride Month. The wording is just too . .
it’s time to talk about delta – and masking once more.
No one was happier than I was to start leaving my mask in my bag once the CDC said it was safe and I was
beethoven never heard the 9th. . .
I realize it’s common knowledge that Beethoven had lost his hearing and still continued to compose his greatest works until the end of his life.
sharing a short devotional from my book on another day of loss in our community.
Today, following my previous post on mental health and suicide, I want to share a short devotional from my book. Since I posted, there has
the autoimmune hippie. 