Glass towers….

Warning: This post is probably going to contain some of the most graphic language I have ever used in a blog in my entire life. Why? Because I'm not sure my regular, every day words can express my disgust at what's happened to me in the last few days. I was born into this world broken.  And ...

Travel insurance for the chronically ill

I, like many people who live with chronic or invisible illness, enjoy travelling. Since my diagnosis we've kept our travel fairly local choosing destinations like Fiji and New Zealand (which has reciprocal health care with Australia). We've done this because my illness has been unpredictable and also because we haven't had the cash stream to ...

“You’re not allowed to be sick here”

I have had a volatile relationship with my parents for about the last... er.... 6 or 7 years.   Why? You know, I'm not really sure. After my first divorce in 2004 I became pretty fiercely independent.  To some extent, I think that's been a personality trait that has helped with my illness. In the last 2 ...