Of words. Of thoughts. Of the indistinguishable hum of your body and the city, moving together, crumbling in tandem. Of your smile through teeth, your laughter through emptiness. Of the definition of your life, laid out before you as a dissembled puzzle needing a steady hand to help you piece it back together. Of the… Continue reading Of
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Chronic Pain Diaries – The Menial
No one celebrates the menial tasks when you have chronic pain. No one celebrates any accomplishment when you have chronic pain, because there is an overarching belief that you should just do it. Bullshit. I want a tickertape parade for getting out of bed every day this week. I want a plaque engraved with Kathleen… Continue reading Chronic Pain Diaries – The Menial
Chronic Pain Diaries “The Luckiest”
I'm lucky, I'm lucky, I'm lucky. It's a mantra that I force myself to live by. I am lucky. I am well-adjusted. I'm okay. I repeat it every day religiously because if I don't, if I miss a moment of it, I run the risk of revolving into something heinous. It's a something that is… Continue reading Chronic Pain Diaries “The Luckiest”
Chronic Pain Diaries: The Longest Cycle
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
Chronic Pain Diaries VII
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
Chronic Pain Diaries VI
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
An Open Letter to Alberta Premier Rachel Notley
Dear Premier Notley, First, let me congratulate you on the NDP's stunning rise to power in Alberta. 40 years is too long to suffer through anything without seeing some change (and I say that almost completely without irony save for the little bit which, I assume, will become clear in the next few paragraphs.) I… Continue reading An Open Letter to Alberta Premier Rachel Notley
Chronic Pain Diaries V
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
Walk to Fight Irony!
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!
Chronic Pain Diaries IV
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
