I can empathize, little ice cream machine. Oh, can I ever.
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Cover me
Today I called to refill my MS treatment, the shot regimen that we hope keeps the worst symptoms at bay for a good, long time. I pin so many of my hopes on that drug, my doctors, and the medical field in general. I won't say how much this treatment would cost me a year… Continue reading Cover me
Seeing is believing
I went to my eye doctor today, and the circumstances couldn't be more different from the last time I paid the ophthalmologist a visit. For starters, I can see. That wasn't the case six months ago, when my left eye decided to go on hiatus. And now we know the backstory, the genesis of how… Continue reading Seeing is believing
Taking a stand
It's difficult to stand one's ground when the simple act of standing is a feat unto itself. It took all of the Herculean might I could muster (OK, and a high powered energy pill that treats narcolepsy) to hang with the sweaty swarm of humanity for An Evening With Cake. I did, but not without… Continue reading Taking a stand
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
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
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
Ring it in
I don't put much stock into New Year's traditions, other than to find the closest cute drunk guy to plant one on as the clock counts down. And eat black-eyed peas. And, for a while, watch those crazies waterski the Mississippi from my warm perch at Landry's in downtown Memphis. That tradition ended the year… Continue reading Ring it in
The inevitable end-of-the-year list
Yes, me too. I'm not much for New Year's resolutions (more on that later), but I am a sucker for retrospectives. A psychologist might say that means I unhealthily reflect on the past instead of looking ahead to the future. To which I would retort, "I know you are but what am I?" Yes, I… Continue reading The inevitable end-of-the-year list
One, Wild & Precious 