the truth about chronic illness
You know the sludge at the bottom of the gene pool? I'm pretty sure when they made me they just scraped all that up and made it into a person That's my normal lead in when I'm going into hospital. I used to use it as a joke - you know, something to lighten the mood ...
It's so stupid. Yesterday afternoon I came home and wrote a political piece. My world was the same I was angry about the same things, hopeful about the same things. Life was just chugging away as normal. I cooked dinner... we watched a TV show... Stocker submitted his latest paper for uni... then he sat me ...
It’s funny I’m writing this on the US holiday of independence. Much of the time American politics is bashed and recently it’s been the source of more memes than Game of Thrones - admittedly I’ve giggled at more than a few. Strange thing is - the state of American politics isn’t even nearly half the circus ...
Going back even 3 years - the thought of having less than $5k in savings at any one time (for an emergency) would cause me so much stress - it would keep me awake at night (or, that could of just been the Prednisone)… things have really really changed for me and for us. I’m pleased ...
Hahahaha. Almost 2 weeks ago, on the 10th of June I was at the hospital for my cardiology appointment with, for lack of better terminology, the electrical specialists of the heart. After going on (and on and on) about risks and pacemakers and open heart surgery and DVT we finally got to the wait time. ...
Today I finally met with the staff from the Cardiac Cath Lab - the department that will be handling my heart procedures that follow. In total they spend almost two hours with me. I have to say they were both very informative and just a little strange. Any person that can look at an ECG and ...
So - I finally had a moment with my sister on the weekend and she is the first person I have physically told that I’m out of remissions. I text my best friend and, well Stocker was there. I think I’ve had problems with getting it out of my mouth. I think I’ve had problems ...
The only time I’ve left the house is to go to Masters, Bunnings, the Bowl, or work. We’re still sleeping, eating and working in our living room. I’m completely and undeniably over it. I don’t know where ANYTHING is anymore… I can’t find clean clothes… I can’t find what I put down 5 minutes before, thanks to ...
So remember when I wrote about my whereabouts for the last few weeks? I finished saying we had to paint our architraves and skirting boards and it was going to take 2 days. Surprise, Surprise I’m still eating, living, sleeping and working in my living area. I haven’t slept properly in 16 days now…. my ...
One of the major things I'm criticised for both with my social outlets (my blogs) and professions is my lack of attention to spelling and grammar. I'm the first person to admit this short-falling - I even admit it in interviews or at new client meetings. Why? Because I know I have the issue. There are a ...
