There is currently an immeasurable number of thoughts going through my brain at any given moment as of late. Like, a Googolplex of ’em. And, I’m tired. Exhausted. I am trying everything from finding #gladitude (the smallest of pleasurable things you’d otherwise not have noticed) to talking, to desperately trying to redefine my “self-care” practices as what once worked, may no longer. My nerves are shot. Just the sound of the neighbour’s kids thumping up and down their stairs next door makes me want to stab my own ears with a spork. The dog licking. The kids chewing. All of…
Funny thing, mental illness, when dealing with a chronic disease: It’s not very fucking funny at all. Like, ever. In fact, as we arrive at yet another year of fundraising for yet another chronic issue, mental health, there’s a plethora of feedback on my Facebook and social media feeds regarding whether or not “One day isn’t going to make a difference.” It does. It always will. Because, I would like to highlight, Lupus (in my world) has a Walk. That’s “One Day.” Cancer has marathons and pink boobies races/walks. That’s “One Day.” MS has bike rides. Prostate cancer has motorcycle…
I did A Thing. Again. I made my way for the annual Kaleidoscope Gathering to connect and join with hundreds of my friends to celebrate our spiritual communities and share the gifts of Time and Knowledge. I’d had a bit of a snafu getting there this year…but, being the theme was “Cosmos”…I was not going to go down without punching Lupus in the proverbial junk. See, I was leaving three days after yet another, though final, chemo infusion. I was puking up until the night before, after working my shift, after trying to do All The Things to ensure my…
It’s been real, ya’ll. Trying to manage All The Things in the midst of a STOOPID crazy flare (fibro *and* lupus). And, by “stoopid”…I mean bat-shit crazy levels of “oh my gods I want to run head first into a fucking wall…” Then, one of my guinea pigs passed away. Y’know when you’ve been bottling shit up for eons, but don’t really know you’ve been bottling shit up, even though you probably sorta-kinda also should know you’ve been bottling shit up and then that ONE thing happens and…SPLOOSH…floodgates open down to the very fibre of your essence? That happened. Legit.…
It’s totally a word. Because, reasons. Here I sit, finally at my laptop, writing on a blog (I just typed “blag” because it’s been One Of Those Days) that turns SEVEN YEARS OLD today! Facebook reminded me of of something I’d posted seven years ago (I think it was that I’d joined Facebook) and I remembered it was end of March and “hey-didn’t-I-start-my-blog-around-this-time” went through my mind powers. Indeed. Seven years ago today I’d started Lupus Interrupted with a hope to help friends and family understand Lupus and all of its dastardly ills. Seven? Honestly? It doesn’t feel right. I…
I didn’t know how to re-start writing again. I tried, then, I stopped. Then, I tried, then, I deleted. THEN, I was like, “Omfg just fucking WRITE! Something, anything…anything at all.” I always seem to pop on to write when things are really snafu’d and weebly-wobbly, timey-wimey levels of bat-shit crazy, or just plain shitty. Like, spring cleaning of a yard of dog-shit, levels of shitty. Now is that time. Just fair warning. But first!! Let’s start with how this little cyclical writing is gonna throw down: Lupus Fibro Attempted Murder A boat “Wait, what?!” The problem with wrapping oneself…
It was like an epiphany! Not the kind that smacks you upside the noggin’ like a Mac Truck, no, but an epiphany nonetheless. I’ve been struggling to get the self care back into my routine because, amazingly enough, I am actually MORE productive if I’ve had time to do The Things that make me “Happy.” Seems simple enough. I’d spent the majority of last year working on finding the these very things, activities of some kind, that allow me the escapism to regroup and refresh and generally NOT end up on the News at 11. The best escapism for me…
On March 28th I received my prescription for medical marijuana. I want to document my journey through this process for several reasons, mostly personal, so my automatic **disclaimer** is that this is what’s going on in MY batshit crazy, made-for-tv-movie kind’o’life. I also want to endeavour to share current events regarding the legalization of marijuana use in Canada, as, to date, storefront sellers are illegal, and there are various laws still in effect criminalizing its use and sale. “Canada is Going to Legalize Marijuana in 2018″ This is for recreational use. Medical use is currently governed by Health Canada who approves the…
Is there any greater irony than that of writing my first blog post of 2017 on Valentine’s Day as a solo woman?? Nope. Not even a little bit. Why? Lemme ramble and hope to whatever god(s) you believe in that my point even remotely comes across clearer than mud. Obviously, I’ve had A Thing. It’s been a pretty Big Thing, in fact. Feeling a little lost…not in a bad way, no, but…not up to standards. I had to reconnect, but I wasn’t exactly sure where to even begin, and with what. Hence, I bring you to my penultimate of catch-isms:…
I’m laughing a little bit harder than I should at today’s #HAWMC Day 2 prompt: “Every great writer has their own process! What’s the blogging process look like for you? Do you set aside time each week to write or do you wait until the inspiration hits? Do you finish a post in one night or use the week to perfect it? Do you edit your blogs or just hit publish? Whatever it is you do, it’s unique to you and we want to learn about it.” Cuz, well…2016 can take a flying leap off my left boob. Which, incidentally,…