On Friday I have my appointment with the good doctor to get my spine poked and prodded. First time in nearly two years. I didn't make the connection before, but since I've made an attempt to be more, shall we say, self-aware, about what my body is doing and trying to tell me (insert witticism… Continue reading Chronic Pain Diaries: That Old Waiting Game
Dear Awful, Absolutely Terrible Doctor, Bravo and congratulations! You, madam, have the healing prowess of a druid, or perhaps some sort of automaton. You have healed me of all which ails me. Goodbye chronic pain, hello bright, shiny new day without chronic pain. Except, wait, no. That's not right at all. No, sorry, what I… Continue reading An Open Letter to an Awful, Just Terrible, Doctor
I wouldn't say I'm the sort of person to put things off, but really, when it comes down to it, I am. I put off making wedding decorations until the last minute. I put off sending in my Student Loan repayment information. I have been putting off getting a drivers license since... well, I guess… Continue reading Chronic Pain Diaries VII
Dear Sir and/or Madam, Well, it is the holiday season again, and you and I both know what that means. It means, for those of you uninitiated in the ritual of retail work, that people like sir and/or madam, hereby known as Lord and Lady Faffworth respectively, decide to lose all basic human interaction skills… Continue reading An Open Letter to The Awful People Who Shop at This Time of Year
When you grow up in a family where mole skin pigmentation are aggressive and common, elementary school health classes can often be, let's say, intimidating. Because, like all things health-related during that age range, there is less focus on everyone having a different type of body, and more emphasis on basic health standards. Dirt isn't always… Continue reading The Happiest Mole
Last week was the official Game Day for Extra Life 2015. Unfortunately I couldn't partake as I was busy screaming at children and their parents. Now, you might be saying to yourself "Tell us something about you that we don't know, Kathleen." If I am to be honest, I was paid to scream at them. I… Continue reading Extra Life 2015 – A Week Late
Flip, my knees are cold. It's like I somehow forgot that Canadian late fall mornings are frigid. Note to self, wear tights underneath next time. Oh god, my nose is leaking. Don't sniff too hard or you will look like one of those gross people that lick cats in their spare time. At least I… Continue reading Thoughts on a Train, Again.
Perhaps one of the greatest struggles for anyone suffering from chronic pain, aside from the suppression of the frequent homicidal rages and the desire to kill or be killed, is the acknowledging and subsequent acceptance of new limits. Limits imposed upon said person because their body, whether they like it or not, probably now has… Continue reading In Which Someone, Who Won’t Be Named, Forgot Her Limits
I’ll be the first to admit I wasn’t ready for Extra Life this year. This would be my fourth year doing the annual 24 hour video game marathon, and I had originally given myself a goal of $1500 in an effort to top what I did last year. But things happen. Life gets in the… Continue reading Extra Life 2015 or ‘Dammit, Cheryl!’
My Fellow Canadians, On the day of this, what is historically the most nauseatingly-propaganda filled election ever witnessed by this country, I would like to pre-emptively thank you for electing me as your new Prime Minister. I know it was a difficult decision, what with Tom Mulcair's excellent beard, Justin Trudeau's luscious locks, and whatever the… Continue reading An Open Letter to My Fellow Canadians: I am Your New Prime Minister
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