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 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
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
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!
The Code Series 