I am equally excited and nervous about tonight. We are headed to Memphis to see Cake. This will be my first live music outing in forever, and certainly the first since my diagnosis. I've taken my "energy pill," the one that keeps me from passing out once the clock strikes 10 or so. I'm Cinderella… Continue reading I will survive
Author: Jenn Godwin
Girl gone wild
It dawned on me tonight, as we were simultaneously pulling off the shot routine along with the get ready for bed routine, that my dining room may not be the most private of places. I sauntered in topless from our bedroom, because, practically speaking, it is easier to give oneself a shot in the stomach… Continue reading Girl gone wild
Sensory deprivation
Ever play the What If game and it gets really, really sobering? Instead of, what if you had a million dollars, it was what if you lose one of your senses? (Yes, I am the worst conversationalist ever - beware party people, I turn dark real quick.) That almost happened to me last year. I… Continue reading Sensory deprivation
Me 3, MS 56
Me and MS have a little game we like to play. I call it Catch Me If You Can, Sucka! The idea is simple: I go about my life as if nothing has changed. Mind over matter, I'm not my disease, and all. I go shopping. I run errands. I go to work. I work… Continue reading Me 3, MS 56
On the skids, or the post in which I talk about showering
One of my greatest (non-existential and non-irrational) fears — besides the everyman's dilemma of public speaking — is falling out of my shower into a wet, motionless heap. Not only would whoever rescued me find my naked ass splayed across the floor, but they'd see proof positive in my grimy tiles what a terrible domestic… Continue reading On the skids, or the post in which I talk about showering
I’ve got baggage
I am about to have a serious logistical problem on my hands, quite literally. Bags, bags, everywhere bags. With me nearly every morning is a filled-to-the brim backpack, a purse, a lunch bag and sometimes even another tote. Why? Because I have a bunch of stuff. And I keep acquiring more stuff. The telltale signs… Continue reading I’ve got baggage
A view from outside
Sometimes, I stand naked in front of a mirror Evaluating Not the paunch or the flab or the dimples (of which there are many) But to gaze in wonder at how everything looks unchanged. Like a cosmonaut suspended in space Observing Earth's serene stillness And thinking the world must always be this constant, from here.… Continue reading A view from outside
The Do-I-Tell Conundrum
It was really a no-brainer for me to tell my family and close friends about my MS diagnosis. Who else was going to take pity on poor me when I needed a shoulder to cry on or I had chocolate cravings? That didn't mean it wasn't hard. I have a might prideful streak to me,… Continue reading The Do-I-Tell Conundrum
Is anything safe anymore?
First it was spinach. Then Children's Tylenol. Then Toyotas. Then those cribs. Now the alcohol prep pads used in my shot process, and sold over-the-counter under various brand names. It's sad when the product meant to sanitize might actually introduce bacteria: Bayer HealthCare Pharmaceuticals has become aware of a broad United States market recall of… Continue reading Is anything safe anymore?
Of birds and disease
I've been thinking about Rachel Carson a lot lately. Hundreds upon hundreds of birds falling out of the sky and thousands upon thousands of dead fish washing to shore tend to bring out the conspiracy theorist in all of us. The end times. The byproduct of a military op done in the black of night.… Continue reading Of birds and disease
One, Wild & Precious 