mixing medications – Page 2

Normal squirrels don’t sit like that. Just saying.

My friend April from Regretsy practically threatened to stab me in the face when she thought I’d outbid her on this insane taxidermied squirrel who is flashing his little squirrel nut-sack at the world. (Click the link. You need to see this shit.) I assured April that she was very off-base, as we were BOTHContinue reading “Normal squirrels don’t sit like that. Just saying.”

UPDATED: The post where I make it up to you. And then make things worse. And then apologize again.

Yesterday I went out to the nearby market because we live in rural Texas so we go to all the various country fairs and trade days because that’s what we have instead of a mall. They are awesome and terrible and I never come home without part of an iron lung, or a 60 yearContinue reading “UPDATED: The post where I make it up to you. And then make things worse. And then apologize again.”

These are just two of my favorite things

Today when I look out onto my backyard, this is the glorious sight that greets me. For real, y’all. WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE. PS. I have the best husband ever. PPS. I just realized that the PS might imply that my husband bought me a TARDIS, but no, of course he didn’t. What he did was not freakContinue reading “These are just two of my favorite things”

Wow.

24 hours ago I published the hardest post I ever had to write. I’m pretty open about my struggles with depression and anxiety disorder, but yesterday I finally decided I was ready to write about my issues with self-harm. I can’t go into details because that’s a trigger for me (and for most people whoContinue reading “Wow.”

Tightrope walker

Today I turn 38. 37 was a hard year, but a good year. It was a year of hospital beds and wheelchairs, of worry and mental illness, of fear and more fear. It was also a year of being ridiculous and silly, of finding drugs that helped more than hurt, of laughter and finding myContinue reading “Tightrope walker”

This isn’t necessarily a real post

Yesterday I went to the doctor to check on the ovary that tried to kill me because it’s still being an asshole. I asked the doctor (who was very sweet and quite awesome) if she thought it was cancer, and she smiled and calmly reassured me that “it’s not necessarily cancer.” Which seemed very comforting until I wasContinue reading “This isn’t necessarily a real post”