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The Mask of Epilepsy
I don’t like writing stories that don’t have an ending. I hate it when I can’t be funny about something and it really drives me crazy when I can’t find the point in all of the things that need to … Continue reading
Posted in Adventures in Medicine, E is for Epilepsy
Tagged adventures in medicine, epilepsy, medication, waiting
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I’m Normal…?
The more I experience crises, pain, times of stress, super-fun things that happen, the more I’m thankful for my brain’s ability to shut itself down for a while. Not all the way down, exactly. I still have the ability to … Continue reading
Posted in Chronic Pain
Tagged adventures in medicine, breast cancer, chemotherapy, chronic pain, living with pain, medication
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Chronic Pain: Ebbs and Flows and Hope
Over the last three years of having more intense chronic pain than ever before, I have learned that pain comes in waves. I have good days and bad days. And then there are really good days and really bad … Continue reading
Posted in Chronic Pain
Tagged adventures in medicine, chronic pain, living with pain, medication, neurological disorder, waiting
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Pear Shaped Yoga Ball
I had a stupid day yesterday. A pear shaped day. The kind of day where Jake barfed right after I got him out of the bathtub and into his fuzzy jammies. And the dogs wouldn’t stay off the couch or … Continue reading