I am bored. Bored, bored, bored. I could write, but I need a break from that. I have played my ukulele. I have tuned my guitar. I learned how to play every Soko tab I could get my hands on. I am so completely utterly bored. I need a job. The worst part about waiting… Continue reading Chronic Pain Diaries V
Job hunting is a bit like tossing your arms out and spinning wildly in a circle, hoping someone might catch you before you keel over in a puddle of vomit. I don’t officially graduate until June 10th, but have gotten confirmation that all my courses are hunky-dory and all my credits check out. Even the… Continue reading I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar
I like a lot things in life. I like bunnies, cupcakes, kitty cats, the word 'snorkel', banana bread (with or without walnuts), lime flavoured things, and Final Fantasy VII. I do not like my arthritis. It is degenerative, which I am told is a bad thing. Ergo, I dislike it even more. I don't like… Continue reading Walk to Fight Irony!
I am the girl with the twisted spine. The girl with the chronic pain. The girl with the five spinal surgeries to her name. Or at least I was in the past. When your body undergoes that sort of augmentation at a young age, it becomes a very defining part of you. Ironic, because you… Continue reading A Brief Existential Crisis
Okay, spine. Listen. I know it's hard. Life is hard for you. You shouldn't be fused, and you are. You shouldn't have metal scattered about you, and yet you do. For some reason all your happy little nerves coming from your facet joints aren't actually happy. You are tired, angry, and you are trying your… Continue reading Chronic Pain Diaries IV
I think we're by-products of our connections. When we're born, we exist as an empty slate, but the moment the doctor touches us, the nurse swaddles us, and our parents hold us, we begin to form. We're impacted on a daily basis by these connections. We don't always see them or feel them or understand… Continue reading Connections
I have a few things to announce: 1. As of wednesday I will be officially done my degree in Communications. I still do not understand the concept of 'syntax', and often use the word 'synergy' in its place. 2. I have officially closed my file at the Chronic Pain Center. This is a big step… Continue reading Ch-ch-ch-changes!
It has been a bad few weeks. I can’t say exactly what triggered this particular adventure in excruciating pain, but if I were to hazard a guess I would say it has something to do with my attempts to live in the real world as a normal person who does not have chronic pain or… Continue reading Chronic Pain Diaries III
Sometimes I think people forget that chronic pain isn’t a simply a struggle that exists in the moment. For every minute of pain there are five other minutes of fear and confusion and worries about what the future will hold. In that way, chronic pain is a pervasive aspect that touches on the past, present,… Continue reading Chronic Pain Diaries, Part II
There are some very definitive ways one might not want wish their day to start. For instance, waking up to discover the entire world has descended into primal rage and all kitchen appliances have gained sentience and now intend on enslaving us. That would be bad. Other bad things include bombings, fires, irate government workers,… Continue reading Chronic Pain Diaries
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