Healing is an interesting endeavour, because the timelines given are always averages or estimations. I stand in the middle of week 4 post-surgery and there have been many wonderful changes so far. But come week 6, it looks like I will have even more.
Continue readingChasing Wisps of Thought
I have always had tiny traces of cognitive issues. I would forget things that had just happened. I wouldn’t be able to piece together my day and wind up being unprepared for what’s ahead. I couldn’t figure out how to navigate cities for the life of me. Even one I was familiar with.
Continue readingI am my own Favorite Science Experiment
I’ve reached the point in my surgery recovery where I am starting to see staggering changes. I’m also starting to test the boundaries of what I wasn’t able to do previously.
Continue readingEvil Genius Laugh
I found myself at a crossroads: the idea of me contacting my abusive mother to tell her she may the same medical condition I did was utterly unthinkable. But the idea of me keeping this entirely to myself when I do believe she has lived in chronic pain her entire life, also made me deeply uncomfortable. Now what?
Continue readingSurgery Update: Things are Better and Weirder
So the good news: I am no longer dealing with intolerable sinus pain. Here is some of the progress I have already made post-surgery. More to come as I continue to heal!
Continue readingHealing Lingers…
Now I am two and a half weeks into recovery and I want to throw myself off a building. Because not only is my healing requiring far more time than I can spare, but we have been having what feels like non-stop storms which makes a lot of my symptoms worse because I am still sensitive to barometric pressure changes.
Continue readingThe Mother Wound Throbs on Mother’s Day
I knew I did not miss my own mother. Cutting off contact removed my vain hope she would one day become someone she was not and actually be a good mother.
Continue readingSpinning a Protective Yarn
A friend recently told me something. Something that didn’t make sense. When I heard it, I first thought it was her covering for her emotional abusive and neglectful partner whom she is unfortunately still entangled with. I asked her about it later, lightly pointing out that what she said didn’t made sense. She responded an hour later with another explanation that made even less sense.
Continue readingWhat if I Didn’t Have Social Anxiety After All?
I would picture situations with people approaching me and insulting something I’m wearing or doing. I would put something in my cart and imagine how I would respond if someone came up to criticize me for the item.
Continue readingI Love Trivia
Finally, I find it fun to pull a random fact out of the air and not even be sure why you know it. There are many things rattling around in my brain. Who knows what might become useful while you’re at trivia?
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