You do what you have to do. Am I right, POTSies? This has been an exceptionally bad week. So much so that I think I’ve spent most of it in bed. I say I think because I’m having a difficult time remembering right now. I’d like to be lying down in bed, but David…
Greetings, one and all! Time to have some fun! I picked up these lovely questions down South at the McClendon Villa! Originally, however, they were the loot of Sunday Stealing! Check them both out! But as for me… 1. What is your favorite sit-down restaurant? This is a tricky one. I was diagnosed with…
Last Thursday was Thanksgiving here in America. The real, official start of the holiday season. No one can deny it’s too early for Christmas music any longer! After barely managing to drag myself out of bed Wednesday afternoon, David and I headed to my hometown, a four-hour drive away. Having not been there since…
This is, verbatim, a journal entry of mine from January 17th and 18th, 2016, back when I did a lot of writing prompts. It’s interesting to look back on now. Another writing prompt I saw online was to list out 100 things that you want. At first I thought that sounded kind of selfish,…
As I sit here spending my time as a football widow, I can’t help but think about all the goings on of the past year. My journey through infertility, through depression, through pelvic pain, through a brain tumor. I tend to do this every now and then when the calendar comes up on a…
It’s hard to love a body that doesn’t work the way it should. But I’ve realized it could be so much worse. I have a lot to be thankful for. So I’m going to give thanks for what I do have.
Guilt is probably one of the most common emotions felt by an individual with chronic illness. At least it is for me, I can’t speak for others. Not because we necessarily feel guilty about ourselves, but often times we are made to feel that way by those we encounter, although it is usually not…
Day 5: How does being chronically ill make you feel? Defective. Broken. Betrayed. Misunderstood. Those are the primary words I can think of off the top of my head. Being chronically ill isn’t something you choose. It’s something that happens to you. And that’s something that a lot of people don’t understand. It’s become…
2012 was the year my health started its journey to hell in a hand basket. I’ve talked about all of my other chronic illnesses on the blog so far, but have left this one for last, I think because it’s actually the one I think about the least; I’ve had it the longest, so…
