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1 year

I left the hospital exactly one year ago today.

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What it is to burn

July 24, 2019 The confusion and my slowed heart rate made it hard for me to make sense of things. Stumbling into the living room, I called the Dr. Scheiss’ office. Dr. Scheiss’ nurse practitioner answered and I began telling her things – I don’t remember what things. Then it was the nurse practitioner, the […]

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Missing out but it’s fine

Today my Wednesday art class had a video chat lunch together, and I had been looking forward to it since Rafferty first mentioned it a week ago. But I must have needed a rest day today. I woke up late, again, and got ready. I washed my face and threw on the tiny bit of […]

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Posting two days in a row?!

I know, right? Who am I? Sleep was fitful last night. I’ve been sleeping through the night lately, but man, the dreams are odd. I’m thankful for the sleep, though. I still have strange nightmares and strange dreams but every now and then I’ll have one that’s so bizarre that I can’t help but hope […]

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Why I haven’t been posting

Shit happens. I’m in an “up cycle” right now. That’s why I have the energy and motivation to post. Bipolar disorder is far more than just mood swings. So, here what is happening this week: I’ll have phenol injections. Ow. I had a seizure during the last phenol session. This should be fun! Then I’ll […]

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*facepalm*

I’ve made a mistake. It’s been six years, not 7. Fuck. By the way, get out and vote if you’re American.

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7

I’m 7 years old today. Technically not, of course, but my life started over 7 years ago today. It started with learning to breathe on my own, then rolling over. Then sitting up; crawling; motorized wheelchair; sitting unassisted; standing; walking with 3 people helping me, then one. Then a walker. Then a cane. Then nothing. […]

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#sorrynotsorry

Our Father Who art in heaven Seriously? What the actual fuck. Sincerely, Tired-and-so-done-with-being-a-patient/room-number

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5

I’m 5 years, 2 months and 2 days post-stroke. (Likely 5 years, 2 months and 3 days, by the time I finish writing this. It’s late.) 5 years. 5. That’s half a decade. Oy. 3 months and 4 days since I last updated this site. Sorry about that; I just wanted to step back for […]

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Thank you

The last time I did it to myself, I didn’t realize what I was doing until it was done, but I knew it was coming, and that whatever it was, it was about to happen.

Adam noticed it while it was healing, showed me the below image, then ordered and surprised me with a set of non-toxic, skin-safe markers. Now I draw on myself…

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