My last post was a triumphant one, so I feel a little guilty cancelling that out by being a total downer, but, you know. Gotta keep it real. Life is, after all, keeping me on my toes. I was debating whether or not to write a separate entry about the dental trauma that I experienced last … Continue reading Broken Tooth and Shattered Dream: But Really, It Could’ve Been Worse
I was going to post this last Wednesday upon landing, but the airline lost my bag, and I temporarily lost the ability to think about anything but the fact that my beloved stuffed bear, Bear, was potentially gone forever or about the fact that the whole ordeal was really drawn-out and frustrating from start to … Continue reading Flashback … Sunday? (I Was on a Plane!)
A few days ago, I read a great article in The Atlantic with the delightfully self-explanatory title "Living with Invisible Illness." This piece of writing has popped into my poor 'ol maybe-concussed head several times since. (Yep, maybe-concussed, but I don't really feel like getting into the particulars of the maybe-concussion. What a life, huh?? What … Continue reading Why I Sat in the Laundromat a Few Afternoons Ago Reflecting on the Nature of “Invisible” Illness As I Experience It
One of the words that I apply to myself most liberally is "lazy." (As I wrote that sentence, I began fantasizing about supermarket cake spread thickly with vanilla icing—the fact that I so easily and quickly equate myself with cheap dessert covered with grainy frosting, incidentally my favourite variety, perhaps bears further analysis. The comparison … Continue reading Grainy Icing on the Proverbial Grocery-Store Cake: Reflections on Laziness (Part I)
So, I hit my head last Monday in the usual mid-seizure way, which resulted in a “mild” concussion (“mild” in quotation marks because I wasn’t told that it’s mild but just assume/decided it is to make myself feel better). I know, I know: it’s like every time I knock my brains around, they miraculously get … Continue reading Crash Course
When my brothers and I were kids, we tried to convince my parents that there should be mythical gift-bearing creatures associated with non-gift holidays: the Thanksgiving Rat, for example. With this history of attempting to cheat my way into extra toys, I casually suggested to my husband this morning that there should be a Purple … Continue reading Happy Purple Day! (And an Ill-Conceived Children’s Book Idea)
I had an appointment with my epileptologist last Wednesday. I make this weird assumption that specialists are going to be angry about something that I did or didn't do or about the fact that I haven't made better "progress," even if the lack thereof isn't my fault. And so I was incredibly anxious on Tuesday … Continue reading Six-Month Checkup: Ugh (Positivity!)
One night last week, I had just finished brushing my teeth and was heading to bed when I stopped dead in my tracks, paralyzed by fear. “What’s wrong?” my husband asked. “I feel a SENSE OF IMPENDING DOOM,” I replied, in exactly those words. As per my recent explanation/tirade, the period after a tonic-clonic seizure can … Continue reading Sense of Impending Doom
De Morbo Sacro: Life and/with Epilepsy 