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…
Rheumatoid arthritis
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.…
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…
 Baby Eminem, Prednisone, and the Call of the CoastÂ
Oh, the gut-wrenching, soul-searching, life-altering decision I must make…Do I want to go to Florida from Friday until Monday night?YES. A thousand times yes.Do I want to drive 15 hours…
Between Extremes: Grieving and Coping with Pain
I go from one extreme to the other. Either I sleep for nearly four days straight, or I’m up all night, caught in an endless loop of exhaustion and restlessness.…
The Midnight Blog Post: Chicken, Water, and the Start of Something Terrible (or Wonderful?)
Here we go. My first blog post. Cue the dramatic music. I’m not gonna lie, I’m nervous. My stomach is doing flips that would make an Olympic gymnast jealous. Honestly,…
