I write for Folks magazine. They feature people living with disabilities or chronic illness, but their ethos matches mine – the stories are about who these people are, not their Continue Reading →
I often tell people that being chronically sick is a fulltime job. Unfortunately, I’m not exaggerating. This is a demonstration of what I mean.
I am not a yeller. I am certainly not the sort of person who does yelling, including swearing, at a stranger in public. And yet, today I yelled.
I’m exhausted. I’m exhausted because I’m sick, because I did too much today, because the last two weeks have all caught up with me. And I have done nothing, nothing, Continue Reading →
I saw The Big Sick last weekend (first movie at the cinema in several years! Usually I’m too sore). I knew what to expect, but even so, it made me Continue Reading →
I’m *that* friend. The one that never shows up to stuff. Or the one that promises she will, but pulls out at the last minute. It’s not that I don’t Continue Reading →