For the past week or so, something has been happening to me that I can’t explain. My sleep has been a bit off-kilter, although this isn’t unusual. Since I don’t work anymore, my circadian rhythm somewhat resembles this: http://gph.is/2biW6Bc Anyway, on some days, I’ve found myself awake very early, between 4 and 5 am,…
Today is my one-year Blogiversary! Part of me can’t believe I’ve managed to keep it going but the realistic side of me isn’t surprised given the events of the past year. So I guess it’s time to tell the origin story, because I don’t think anyone really knows it. Life was not going well…
There’s something wrong in my head. Short circuits. I can’t remember. It makes me panic and cry. Cry, cry, cry.
All book blurbs are from Goodreads. This month I selected two books from the Book of the Month club. Chemistry by Weike Wang (2017). I’m not quite sure what drew me to this one, but I guess I’ll find out when I read it. Theft by Finding: Diaries (1977-2002) by David Sedaris (2017). Ok,…
I have to go there today. That place. That hospital of which I am deeply afraid. For a follow-up visit with my endocrinologist to check my prolactin to make sure my tumor is still in check, even though my MRI from two months ago (7 months post-op) was clear. I can already smell the smells. Starbucks,…
This will be a weekly post of the most random of random questions to answer- to share my world! Thanks to Cee’s blog for being the brainchild behind this! What goal are you working on now? Your goal can be something fun or extremely serious. Have fun with this question. Trying to live as normal…
I think I need to take a break from reading memoirs. But I can’t seem to stop. My last four books: Still Waiting by Ann Swindell. Faithfully encouraging and integrates the story of the Bleeding Woman (one of my favorite parts of the Gospels). “From my own perspective, I couldn’t see any reason why God…
I’ll try to keep this short and sweet so as to not burden anyone. I need help from you, my faithful readers. The brain fog caused by one of my medical conditions, POTS, a form of dysautonomia, has made it monumentally difficult for me to think. It’s like…my thoughts won’t connect, or certain parts…
I just don’t have the heart right now. Nothing’s changed. And maybe that’s the reason. Say something… You think you’re fine and then suddenly you’re not. Again. Biding my time. Until what?
Seven years ago, I graduated from pharmacy school with my doctor of pharmacy degree. Seven years ago, I moved to a new city as a newlywed, fresh back from our honeymoon. And seven years ago today, June 14th, I started my career as a pediatric pharmacist. My dream job. And now I wonder…was there even a point?…
