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
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 woke up yesterday morning to two missed calls and a voicemail from an "unknown" number. I've been doing this chronic-illness thing long enough to know that 95% of the time, if you're a heavy user of the health-care system, an unknown caller means a medical office, usually one in a hospital. Sure enough, it … Continue reading Same-Day Appointment with My Epileptologist: Success/the Beginning of a Multi-Month Pregabalin Breakup
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Today is my husband's and my four-year wedding anniversary, which started with a treatment that required me (read: us) to arrive at the hospital by 6:45 a.m. for a brain-traumatizing procedure. (Private-message me for deets, if you’re interested. I will also use this procedure as an excuse for typos/poor writing/etc. etc., so I apologize in … Continue reading Four Years
In many respects, 2014 hasn't been a stellar year for me. That said, it's important to acknowledge the good along with the bad. In that spirit, here's a "balanced" overview of some of the events of the last twelve months of my life. The Good My teeth haven't fallen out. As some of you may … Continue reading Year in Review
Last summer, my mom bought me a Fitbit, which, for the unacquainted, is more or less a glorified, technologically advanced pedometer. The variety I got—the Zip—discretely clips on your belt, in your pocket, in your purse, or wherever else you choose to carry it and comes in a selection of colours to suit your preference. … Continue reading OCD and the Fitbit