Sometimes I forget. At other times, I forget. It doesn’t bother me because I’ve forgotten that I forget. Such was my life at the end of last week and the beginning of this new one, which led to a host of problems and an excruciating three days of pain. I have yet to forget… Read More I Forget That I Forget
I hear it everyday. The whining. The poor pitiful mes. The moaning about the pain. The stories of how their life sucks. How hard it is. How nobody cares. The stories of how they had to go to the emergency room because they hurt. You know what? Everyone on this earth hurts. No one is… Read More I Am Blessed
I am a mysterious woman. Living a mysterious life. That should be a song. It isn’t. It’s my life. No. It’s not that I am hiding things. Okay, I am hiding things, but only from myself and they are actual things, not secrets. At least I don’t think I’m hiding any secrets from myself. Not… Read More My Mysterious Life
I have lupus. I have pain. I have inflammation. I have more than I bargained for. Little did I know that one of these things is a silent, no, not killer, silent hacker of my life. Last fall I went to see the hand doctor about the pain I was having just below my left… Read More Inflammation and Being Fat Really Are Related
