I often ask myself why I bother blogging. Who reads it? Does anyone care? I guess the answer is, I do. I need a place for my thoughts, and if Continue Reading →
Last week, I was visible because I’m bisexual. This week, I’m invisible because I’m ill! Yay! It’s like a cloak… except… not. At all. Anyway.
Tomorrow, I have my fifth Humira injection. By the sixth shot I will have been on it for three months, which is when the cumulative effect should be evident. I’m Continue Reading →
When I first got sick, I used to make jokes about my extensive medicine cabinet, which, at that point, was a drawer with about three packages of pills in it. Continue Reading →
This is an extremely generic headline and the following post will of course not be relevant to all disabilities or illnesses. I started making a list of practical items that Continue Reading →
I spent the last week in Wellington. It was really great, but the word that stayed in my mind and kept coming up in conversation was the same: frustrated.
When I first found out I had Ankylosing Spondylitis, I had a mixture of reactions. Fear, resignation, and a bit of weird excitement about what this knowledge would mean for Continue Reading →