Sometimes I think super hard about things other than writing.
The last seven days have been a bit hectic for me. Along with working, the new Gregg Hurwitz book was released on Tuesday, which took up a couple of my days. I had my six month review at work (mercifully I am still employed!), and then, on saturday, I decided to have an uncomfortably close… Continue reading Book Update (Sort of Not Really I Guess)
Sometimes I imagine that I am in a time loop. That my life is only capable of extending to a certain point before I reach a door that is meant to represent change. Instead, the door leads me directly back to the beginning of the cycle. I walk, and run, and prance my way through… Continue reading Chronic Pain Diaries: The Longest Cycle
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
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
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 have no desire to be on the condo board, yet I despise Dean. If someone votes for me, they may theoretically no longer vote for Dean. Ergo, if Dean loses, I win. If we both lose, I still win.
I imagine my pain as a black fungus that covers a forest floor. It began as an anomaly, a foreign invader to an ecosystem untouched by fire or drought. The conditions were perfect; greenery to wrap around and consume, branches and bark to latch onto, continuing the spread until the whole of my world was… Continue reading Chronic Pain Diaries VI
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