I think everyone has them. A TSN Turning Point. I’m currently gearing up for a part-time, online, program at our college, and I’m pretty stoked at my goal-setting and bat-shit crazy endeavour. Thing is, it comes with a heavy ”remembering.” It’s Frosh Week around the city…most cities, likely. I missed my Frosh Week…and I missed it because I was preoccupied with me being required to have my mother committed to the psychiatric ward of the local hospital. Let’s talk about mental health. Let’s talk about mental health as it pertains to a woman currently struggling with the less-than-stellar on a…
Even in my quasi-hiatus from posting during the craziness of the summertime ten hour work days whilst trying to maintain some semblance of emotional stability…I’ve been pondering. I’ve been pondering my life, my soul, my ”Everything.”…as is pretty usual fare in my little corner of the Cosmos. One of my ponderances?? ”Invisible illness.” Peeps, I feckin’ LOATHE the term. To me, it’s like every time I say, ”I have an invisible illness” I’m enabling other people to continue to see only that they cannot see my ”Sick.” This bothers me, and until now, I’d not a clue why. Then I…
I have been laid up pretty speechless on the very rare occasion, but nothing, hands down, can be articulately said about the overwhelming comments/messages I’ve received about: “Frankly, the Truth: Part One.” It wasn’t my intention to go on any sort of agenda, and there it hit…people who “know”…people who thought they knew…and people I’d had no idea I would have ever touched in the manner within which they shared with me their own stories and journeys. I’m a little taken aback. And, by “little,” I really mean like an iceberg being broadsided by the Titanic. Friends, it’s really important…
Equal parts of wanting to go and of not wanting to go. Two weeks of holidays for the Go, Go SpazzyAss here lead me in directions I’d never imagined and, frankly, not really all that proud of, on occasion. Thing is this: Autoimmune disease + people + obligations + family + job = recipe for breakdown. Peeps. Breakdown is what I’d never imagined. Complete and utter *middle finger salute* to the Cosmos because, frankly again, I’m fucking spent. I had a breakdown a few weeks ago. Emotionally done. Spiritually spent. Physical fucktard-ery. And, I went camping anyway. I always make…
Nope. Not in the actual activity…we’re talking all things ink… Tattoo. A week or so ago…maybe a couple of weeks? Time flies when you’re having fun, right? RIGHT?!?!? I had posted an article about the currently trending “semi-colon” tattoo and it’s significance. Project Semicolon “I would so totally do this!” I’d posted. So. I did. Thankfully, my dear friend, Tracy, knew a person. We went to see her person. I walked out with yet another story on my portable canvas. [enter full circle, stage left] But, wait! There’s more! This year is a hard year in the sense…
Liar, liar…pants and unmentionables on fire…………… Boy, depression is an asshat. Been working through the throes of the Ugly these past few weeks. This week has been insanity. Daycare kids are dropping like flies to strep throat. 10 hour days (yes, I’m saying it again…) are just dropping my pain threshold levels to nil. One of the nights this past week, I silently crept up to my room to just lay there an cry. I don’t need a pity party…not pulling a “Call the Waaaaaaaaaaa-mbulance”…but holy fuckerdoodles, friends…the pain was unbearable. Nothing ever reduces your feeling of a loss of…
The most oft-heard question posted on health communities and forums around the world, that I’ve seen, is, “How do you live with an autoimmune disease?” This question is most oft’ preceded by the statement, “I’m so scared.” Autoimmune disease is bloody scary. Autoimmune disease as a parent, spouse, friend, daughter, etc…is exponentially scary. I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that, for me, parenting while battling chronic disease is simply bat-shit crazy scarier than my disease. P. Brynny has five children. One is a recovered drug addict. One has behavioural issues and mental wellness issues. One is left out…
Who ya gonna call? Certainly not Ghost Busters, because that would be fun and there is no fun in “autoimmune.” So. P. Brynny has Lupus. She looks fine. She acts fine. But, inside…her B cells are wreaking havoc on her innards. BAD B cells! What kinds of treatment options are there, then? Why is P. Brynny not burdened with the Plight of 1,000 Medications?!?! Surely if she’s ill, she should be chasing pills with that mocha-choco-vodka-valium-latte, no? 1. NSAIDs: these medications are used in the treatment of mild lupus for the aching and swelling and fever* that accompanies lupus, strikes.…
This should be the second book I write. Well, prol’ly the first…seeing as how most of my extended circle of family & friends haven’t a clue about Lupus, much less that I actually have it. The second book I hope to start penning next year will be entitled, “Even SuperHeroes Chug Mocha-Choco-Vodka-Valium-Lattes”…or, something to that effect. My name is Pattie Brynn Hultquist. I have an autoimmune disease called “Lupus.” “Autoimmune disease: An illness that occurs when the body tissues are attacked by its own immune system. The immune system is a complex organization within the body that is designed…
It. Is. Finally Done. 36 hours. 5 days. I’ll be over —————–> there curled up in the fetal position, wine bottle in mouth. #nonotreally My daughter’s 10th birthday is today. I’d actually planned for a post for my OWN birthday, exactly one week ago today…but then the Cosmos snafu’d, my husband came down with a severe case of strep throat and was knicker knocked six ways to Sunday and down for the count for the past five days. I refer you to line #6. Line #6, states, “5 days.” Oh, yes. The very same five days I begged, bartered and…