Okay, so I’m not even remotely a fan of Workaholics, but I sent that text to my Dad with a picture of my drug bottle and it made him laugh.
My first doctor’s appointment was last Tuesday and it went…well, it went. It was a middle of the road experience. I wasn’t completely ignored like I worried I would be, but I don’t think I was taken seriously either.
I’ve always thought of myself as a pretty healthy person.
I don’t smoke. I don’t do any drugs. I rarely drink. I probably consume at least a gallon of water a day. I try to avoid processed food. I don’t eat a lot of sweets, and that includes soda. I’m mindful of how food makes me feel and try to adjust accordingly. I do yoga daily. I lift weights.
And now I am preparing for the long process of applying for disability at my next doctor’s appointment, which will be my first in four years. Just this past weekend, I nearly went to the ER.
How did I get here.
I live with migraines. It’s not something I’ve ever bothered talking about at length until recently. Why? Because I’ve never thought of it as anything truly worthy of note. It’s just my life. Sometimes it sucks and it’s awful, but that’s everyone’s days, right? People deal with this shit all the time, yeah?
Not yeah. I am a foolish recluse who had no idea just how bad I had it until one day when I was in the breakroom at Target, and a commercial came on the TV for Botox. But the ad wasn’t for cosmetic use, it was for the treatment of migraines. I’d heard of this before in my previous work as a technical writer for medical practices. The ad says near the end, to try and encourage people to their doctors, “If you suffer from one migraine every month, talk to your doctor to see if Botox is right for you.”
At that point I doubled over laughing, which was bad cause I was dizzy and disoriented from a migraine. Continue reading
HAHA JUST KIDDING I’M JUST HERE TO HAVE FUN AND MAKE MONEY.
No I’m not, this is publishing. I am here to write the damn stories I want to tell and share them with folks who will hopefully enjoy them too.
So why did I write this one?
Well. Short answer: BECAUSE I CAN.
Long answer: BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE HAS and that’s kind of…well..it pisses me off.
That’s just how I roll, man. I’m a good person. I’ve got a big heart and a good head on my shoulders. But man, show me a spy novel with a queer male lead. No, no really. Take your time. I’ll wait. Continue reading
I’m fucking terrified to write this book.
But I realize I’ve been terrified to write a lot of books.
…lets start at the beginning. Continue reading
When the fuck did that happen? Anyone else feel like 2017 went by in a fucking blur of WTF? I’m having a hard time pulling out any singular moments of That Was Nice other than visiting my family in Florida way back in March, and my time spent living with the Wooldridges. And the writing retreat. (Anytime spent with a Wooldridge is a good time)
And the Art Spiral. Man, that was fun. Continue reading
If you follow me on Facebook, you’ve seen a brief update on this, but Facebook is an asshole and likes to eat posts and make things impossible to find–an archivist’s worst nightmare really. So, what the heck happened at the house this time? Well, it basically went to shit.