Medical
Chronic Pain? Can’t Relate—Just Kidding, It’s My Toxic Bestie
Let’s talk about chronic pain.Not the cute, “I did one yoga class and now my thighs are sore” kind of pain.I’m talking about the “Why does my body feel like it was run over by a herd of angry alpacas every morning?” kind.The chronic kind. The “oh, you’re still here?” kind. The kind that has you negotiating […]
Hands, Feet, and a Whole Lotta Sass: My Life with Seronegative RA
It started innocently enough. A little ache in my fingers here, a weird twinge in my toes there. I chalked it up to “getting older,” even though I’m still young enough to be carded for wine on a good day and have a dance party in the kitchen with zero shame. But then my hands […]
The One Where We Finally Get Some Answers (I think)
Buckle up, friends — today was a Big Day. Two major appointments, one tired me. First up, a mental health check-in where I walked away with a shiny new medication regimen. Because nothing says “personal growth” like leveling up your mental health Pokémon. But honestly, that was just the warm-up act.The headliner?The one we’ve been waiting on […]
X-RAY DAY, BABY!
Why am I so excited?! One word: RESULTS. Listen, when your body has been throwing you curveballs like it’s trying out for Major League Baseball, you start craving answers like a cat craves chaos. I need RELIEF, I need CLARITY, and I need someone in a white coat to say, “Aha! Here’s what’s going on!” Now, full […]
Florida, Buc-ee’s, and the Hat-Wearing Vampire: A Road Trip Saga
Well, well, well… as promised, here I am, reporting live at checks clock 7:27 a.m. from the cozy (and suspiciously quiet) couch in Wesley Chapel, Florida. Yes, I’m actually here. Yes, on purpose. Sort of. Let’s just say, in the great democracy of our family, I was the one dissenting vote on this road trip… and I still ended […]
Southern-ish Discomfort: Sunshine Edition
So imagine here I am, standing by the truck at 3 p.m., keys in hand, staring down the possibility of driving 15 hours to Florida like I’m about to flee the scene of a crime. But the real crime? This weather. Kentucky’s giving frost-nipped nose, crunchy grass, and “where did my joy go?” energy. I’m a summer […]
