Archives
Where I’ve Been
Posted on August 23, 2021 4 Comments
The truth? I haven’t posted much this year because I’ve been working on me, I’m so happy that I’m still here. The end of last year was pretty rough. I got low – really low; and not in a depressed-but-manageable sort of way. Adam and my cat were all that kept me from offing myself. […]
Missing out but it’s fine
Posted on April 23, 2020 Leave a Comment
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 […]
Posting two days in a row?!
Posted on April 14, 2020 1 Comment
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 […]
Why I haven’t been posting
Posted on March 10, 2020 3 Comments
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 […]
*facepalm*
Posted on November 5, 2019 Leave a Comment
I’ve made a mistake. It’s been six years, not 7. Fuck. By the way, get out and vote if you’re American.
7
Posted on November 2, 2019 Leave a Comment
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. […]
#sorrynotsorry
Posted on July 28, 2019 Leave a Comment
Our Father Who art in heaven Seriously? What the actual fuck. Sincerely, Tired-and-so-done-with-being-a-patient/room-number
5
Posted on January 5, 2019 2 Comments
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 […]
Thank you
Posted on September 4, 2018 Leave a Comment
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…
It's never been better 