I’ll begin by acknowledging that despite having had the best of intentions to write at least a post a week throughout January, I’ve instead continued to more or less ignore this blog. I’ve had legitimate reasons for falling short on my WordPress duties, but the guilt nonetheless remains, so I’m just, you know, putting it … Continue reading Check In/Check Up
It’s me! It’s been (practically) forever! Don’t get too excited: I’m just dropping in to wish you a happy end to 2018 and beginning to 2019. Since I keep meaning to compose a long catch-up/excuse post and then collapsing under the pressure of having so much to catch up on and not knowing how much … Continue reading It’s Almost 2019! Time for a Disjointed Post.
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You might (rightfully) wonder why I decided to write about a lost object and a newfound friend at the City of Toronto's Solid Waste Management Services in a blog that's ostensibly about living with chronic illness(es). I asked myself the same, or at least a related, question. OK, questions—plural—since my brain isn't good at stopping … Continue reading Lost Engagement Ring, New Hero at Waste Management: A Happily Ever After
Though I'm a little late to the party (sorry, that was a groaner), I wanted to weigh in on an unlikely controversy that has many members of the epilepsy community angry. I'm angry, too. In August, Netflix released the film The After Party. I haven't watched it—I'll admit that I'm a little curious, but I know … Continue reading Representation Matters: Netflix, “The After Party,” and How to Hurt One Group in Order to Entertain Another
For complicated reasons that aren't the topic of this post—sorry—I've been trying to stay in bed, sedentary, for much of the day (and night, but that goes without saying) since last Wednesday, when I got some not-great news at a medical appointment. Mandatory bed rest when you're physically very unwell is pretty easy; turns out … Continue reading Compulsively Knitting for Fun, Entertainment, and Distraction
I composed the following before the symptoms that I describe exploded into a full-blown cold. I thus owe my VNS an apology. In my defence, it does seem like the kind of thing she'd put me through, but still: Vanessa, I'm sorry. Not sorry enough to let a perfectly good post go to waste, though. Who cares … Continue reading I’m Sorry, Vanessa
