For most of her life, she had experienced pain. Pain that other people said couldn't exist.
Owning My Stripes
10 Years After My War on Drugs
Ten years ago, I began a war against a drug that now takes the life of thousands daily
A Power Chair Gave Me Back My Life
Walking hurt, so I stopped walking. When it stopped hurting as much, the pain was replaced with neuropathy and when I walked, I began falling. The day before my 52nd birthday, a powerchair was prescribed. I waited with bated breath for the freedom that it offered.
A Bad Drug
When I returned to my home state of Washington in July 2017, my broken, disabled body was less able than it had been in years. My first order of business was to make appointments with both my primary care practitioner and my pulmonologist. My asthma had been flaring, causing me to spend at least one... Continue Reading →
Get Thine A$$ Outta BED!
I have written many Facebook posts that started with the quote, "To Stand UP to LIVE you must first get thine ASS outta BED!" or something similar. Today felt exactly the same way. On days when starting is like pushing through a bog of mud ...this time in my face... I am compelled to wonder... Continue Reading →
Homeless NOT Hopeless
Quick Rewind In my previous post, Transient in Trump's America, I briefly gave you a glimpse into a few of my choices and my current circumstance. The feedback I received was generally positive except for some highly charged opinions about my choice of title. Apparently it is okay to write about being a transient as... Continue Reading →
Standing Up to Live
... a friend asked me if I had ever tried marijuana for my pain...
