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Share Your World- March 27, 2017

Share Your World- March 27, 2017

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! Does your first or middle name have any significance (or were you named after another family member)? My first name, no. My middle name is my mother’s first name (same with my brother; his middle name is my father’s first name.) Music or silence while working? It really depends on what…

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Share Your World- March 13, 2017

Share Your World- March 13, 2017

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! Do you push the elevator button more than once? Do you really believe it makes the elevator faster? Not usually. There was one particular elevator at work where the buttons wouldn’t light up when you pushed the button on the second floor, so sometimes I would push it more than once…just in…

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Nocturnal Musings #19: The Things You Learn

Nocturnal Musings #19: The Things You Learn

I’m awake since I feel a bit sick right now. Nausea has become a fairly common occurrence during my days now, likely from all the salt tablets I’m ingesting…and all the food I’m not ingesting. I really don’t care, either. So, it’s been a bit since I really updated at all because I’ve been reblogging my endometriosis-related posts this month to spread awareness. But what else have I been up to?

“O, You of Little Faith…”

“O, You of Little Faith…”

via Daily Prompt: Doubt “…why did you doubt?” Right now I’m full of doubt. What a cliche beginning. And yet, it is the truth. I can’t predict the future. I don’t know what the Lord has in store for me. He’s started dropping hints again after a week’s silence following what happened just recently, which likely means something is going to happen again. You doubt, don’t you? Let me tell you a story.

An Existence I Can No Longer Have

An Existence I Can No Longer Have

Master Yoda was right. “Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.” Well, give me my red lightsaber now. I’ve feared for the past year since I went on medical leave (on June 10, 2016) that this day would come. That my recovery wouldn’t happen fast enough for the almighty powers that be and that my position would be posted,

Trapped Inside My Own Mind

Trapped Inside My Own Mind

via Daily Prompt: Heard What do you do when you feel you’re not being heard? By family? By friends? By God? I don’t think it’s their fault. It’s not their fault. It’s my fault. My mind is such a foggy mess right now. It’s like there’s a short somewhere, or a connection that’s gone bad. I have all these things I want to say, I need to say, but I can’t think of what they are. I feel as though I’m…

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Can’t I Just Be “Whelmed”?

Can’t I Just Be “Whelmed”?

via Daily Prompt: Overwhelming It doesn’t take a psychiatrist to figure out that right now my life is exceptionally overwhelming. I thought I’d gone through a lot last year, which I did. Unfortunately, it appears, at least so far, that 2017 is turning out to be a real stinker as well. And we’re only a month in! Maybe listing everything I’m overwhelmed about will help. I’ll try to make this as coherent as possible. However, between this perpetual brainfog and…

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I’m a Little POTSie…

I’m a Little POTSie…

Sometimes the only way to get the best care is to take things into your own hands. I’ve done it before, and now I’ve had to do it again. But I’m glad I did. Dr. J had told me to call his office about a week after my testing that occurred on January 11th and January 13th to talk to a nurse about my results. So I called on Thursday the 19th. They said they’d call me back in a…

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A Day With Dysautonomia

A Day With Dysautonomia

What’s it like to have dysautonomia? Let me take you through a day in my compression socks so you have some idea of what I fight through on a daily basis. Imagine it’s a new day. You wake up and get out of bed. You do your business and then brush your teeth (with an electric toothbrush, by the way.) As you’re doing this, you place two of your fingers over your carotid artery. Your heart rate is rapid, probably in…

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Brain Fog

Brain Fog

There are a lot of things I hate about having dysautonomia. The dizziness, the lightheadedness, the tachycardia, the salt, the fluids, the compression socks (even though mine are cute), the occasional need for a wheelchair in public that makes people think I’m a crazy faker because sometimes I can walk and sometimes I can’t (because people don’t understand invisible disabilities.) But one of the main things I hate about dysautonomia is part of the reason I have been writing less…

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