My MRI
I fundraised for my MRI. I guess you already know the outcome. It’s booked for January 24.
I fundraised for my MRI. I guess you already know the outcome. It’s booked for January 24.
As I settled in to read How Does It Hurt? on the first leg of my journey to Cairns, I drew the unavoidable parallels to Stephanie de Montalk’s painful pilgrimages, and counted Continue Reading →
Today I got the news that the MRI I have been waiting for, that could drastically change my life, is scheduled for April. Four months might not seem like that Continue Reading →
I have Generalised Anxiety Disorder. The main feature of GAD is excessive worrying and intolerance of uncertainty. Next week I’m flying to a different country. Let’s talk about how that’s Continue Reading →
This week’s column in the Nelson Mail investigated the link between the lack of accommodation in Nelson (and many others part of New Zealand) and vulnerable women. As usual I didn’t have Continue Reading →
Think New Zealand women have control over our reproductive rights? Think again.
This is not a tribute post to Stella Young. I didn’t know her, there will be many of those, and one of the reasons I so greatly admired her is Continue Reading →
Some of you have asked, after all the attention in March: what happened next with WINZ? Have they changed? Has Labour done anything with all the stories of mistreatment I collected? Continue Reading →
One of other Very Important Things I did while I was in Wellington was go with a whole bunch of wonderful people to the Te Papa Tyrannosaurus exhibit. I love Continue Reading →
Let’s be honest. I needed a kick in the ass. I asked for one, and I got… lots. So that was pretty good.