When I was a kid—ten or eleven years old, maybe; I've blocked my exact age, along with many other details of the experience, from my memory—I went to sleepaway camp for the first and only time. Since I'm afraid that the owners of said establishment might stumble upon this blog entry one day, I won't … Continue reading Summer Camp
Tag: OCD
Dr. Me, PhD: And with That, I’m Officially a Doctor
Last Tuesday, I woke up early, put on more makeup than usual, obsessed over my hair for a bit, went to campus in a cab with the 'rents, donned a very-impressive robe, nervously waited around for a while, and was transformed from not-yet-officially-a-doctor to officially-truly-a-doctor in a tradition-filled ceremony attended by some of the people … Continue reading Dr. Me, PhD: And with That, I’m Officially a Doctor
Putzing around England: Penultimate Trip Update
My last post was admittedly a bit of a downer, despite my attempt—which may or may not have been evident—to put a positive spin on my tooth's decision to become infected in the middle of my break from my everyday reality (teeth have tiny brains with the ability to perform such executive functions, right?). But … Continue reading Putzing around England: Penultimate Trip Update
Obsessed and Abscessed: OCD and Accidental Dental Tourism
My brain and body have seen fit to remind me this week that just because I'm on vacation from many aspects of my regular life doesn't mean that I left my health issues at home when I hopped on a plane and transversed the Atlantic. Seizure-wise, things have, thankfully, been pretty chill, and I'm supremely … Continue reading Obsessed and Abscessed: OCD and Accidental Dental Tourism
Protected: Punctuating Mental Health
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Four Years
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
Readmission/Return
Two weeks ago, four days after I had been discharged the first time, I was readmitted to the hospital. The reasons for this return are complicated, meaning that I don't feel like getting into them right now, but suffice it to say that my reentry into the world of twenty-four-seven medical supervision was swift, unexpected, … Continue reading Readmission/Return
Muffins: A Post about Nothing and Everything, but Mostly about Nothing
I realize that nobody cares about my food obsessions, but since this is my blog and, as a result, my little egotistical corner of the universe, I can write about whatever I want, whether related to epilepsy, OCD, depression, academia, etc. or not. Today I'm tired of my problems, so I will focus my energies … Continue reading Muffins: A Post about Nothing and Everything, but Mostly about Nothing
Year in Review
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
Christmas “Spirit”
I keep forgetting that it’s almost Christmas, likely because I recently got back from the vacation I can’t shut up about and have been preoccupied with other stuff that my mind is conflating to seem much more important than it probably is. This Christmas apathy is both a problem, since I haven’t done any shopping … Continue reading Christmas “Spirit”
De Morbo Sacro: Life and/with Epilepsy 