If you have a choice, don’t get rheumatoid arthritis. Or testicular cancer. I heard that one sucks too.

A series of things that should be separate posts but they aren’t: 1.  Paraphrased conversation between me and my rheumatologist yesterday: Me:  My feet are ouchie. Him:  That’s because you have a degenerative disease, dumb-ass. Me:  Yes, but I thought I’d be better by now. Him:  I think you don’t know what “degenerative” means.  Let’s upContinue reading “If you have a choice, don’t get rheumatoid arthritis. Or testicular cancer. I heard that one sucks too.”

Positively indecent

So today I had to go get X-rays done and I’m very used to it because I’m always having to get checked for tuberculosis and deformities caused by my rheumatoid arthritis and the nurse who took me back opened the curtain that covers the little dressing room and was like, “You know the drill.  StepContinue reading “Positively indecent”

I miss her.

So if all went to plan I am still in Japan so this week I’m sharing a few best-of posts while I’m gone.  This one was a special request and it made me happy and sad all at once, which is the sign of the complicated wonder that was Nancy W. Kappes, a fabulous womanContinue reading “I miss her.”

I don’t even know how to spell the thing that I’m going to do to myself but I still feel good about it so don’t freak me out, okay?

So if you read here you already know that I deal with a host of mental issues and you can probably tell that it’s gotten a bit worse lately and that sucks.  I go to sleep not knowing if I’ll wake up depressed or “normal” and when I do feel normal I’m so damn jealousContinue reading “I don’t even know how to spell the thing that I’m going to do to myself but I still feel good about it so don’t freak me out, okay?”

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