Don't get me wrong, I think there is something very wrong when I won't drink from a straw that has been touched on either end by someone's hands, but I also think there is something very wrong when I end up bedbound and too weak to chew or lift a fork after getting the flu.
When I had to write about things like porta-potties and the best nightclubs in Tulsa, Oklahoma (yes, I actually wrote about both of those things) I only made about $20 an essay. The work I do now is much more infrequent, but it's way more rewarding.
This essay was originally published by TalkPoverty and republished by CommonDreams. I haven't been able to get out of bed on my own in nearly two years—and I’m only 28 years old. For more than a year I was unable to speak, sit up, or eat solid food. In June 2015, first responders wheeled me... Continue Reading →
Lately I've been posting more infrequently because, guess what? I have cold. Another one. Now, I know there's just about nothing worse than someone complaining about being sick, so I'll try to keep the whining to a minimum. This is the second time I've been sick in three months. And by "sick," I mean sick... Continue Reading →
The pursuit of something more in life as a broad picture, and in the moment, seems to be something engrained in human DNA. I don't like to speak for others, but in general, I think that wanting something more is not uncommon. I've always been a person to feel this way. This drive and motivation... Continue Reading →
For such a long time I had no idea why emotional situations made me sick. And not just your typical exhaustion after a shouting match, but an actual ill feeling that would last long after the emotions went away. I now know one of the hallmarks of ME/CFS, the disease I battle everyday, is an... Continue Reading →
Did I scare you? Sorry. Despite what the title of this post suggests and based on some of my more explicit stories, you may have thought, "Oh boy, this guy is gonna post a photo of his junk for the entire Internet to see." If you did think such a thing, well, I guess I'm... Continue Reading →
I had visitors this past weekend. It was the first time in months that someone from out-of-town has visited me, and despite what some of my other posts may suggest, it was certainly the most active I've been while being bedridden. Stephanie Land, a wonderful writer and friend who works with the Blue Ribbon Foundation,... Continue Reading →
I remember when a doctor of mine suggested I incorporate cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT) and graded exercise therapy (GET) into my treatment plan. She might as well have said, "Hey Jamison, I'd like you to try smoking cigarettes to treat your symptoms. Start slow, maybe a few a day, but your long-term goal should be... Continue Reading →