A Dumpster Fire Life

My health was not like that six months ago. I had chronic pain and chronic fatigue, yes, but I could move around the house. Now, just standing two minutes is enough to feel dizzy, like fainting. I could accept if someone told me I can’t travel anymore. I could...

The Problem With Being Undiagnosed

Sometimes, I come out of social media pissed off. People who have no idea what neuroatypism is, or what chronic illnesses are, come around and cast their ignorant judgement. Sometimes, I envy them. Lack of empathy notwithstanding, they have the luck not to know how it...

Always Wrong Health-Wise

As an older, fat woman, I can never be right in the eyes of doctors. It’s been a while since I’ve seen one that passes the Irma test. I have diabetes. My blood tests are bad? I eat too much sugar—even if I don’t. Oh wait, but I’ve lost weight...
Fifty

Fifty

This is it! I’m fifty years old. Half of my life expectancy is behind me. Probably more two thirds, if we take my health into account. What does that mean for me? Probably that my time is almost up. Probably that I need to start living by my own rules for good,...