Naming the disease after a scientist, or doctor, or even a damn town (as was done for Lyme disease) would be better than calling it chronic fatigue syndrome.
I eventually snap out of it and remember: Oh hey, there's another person here, someone helping me and we're supposed to be working together. But I don't want to work together, not on things I've done alone my entire life ...
Do you know that song The Sound of Silence? I’m sure you do, maybe it’s even your favorite song. I’ll be honest, though, I’m not much of a Simon & Garfunkel fan. Somehow, however, the song has been stuck in my head lately, probably because the lyrics are so relevant to my current situation, albeit... Continue Reading →
If a doctor drives an Audi and pays $4,000 a month for a big house while a patient can't afford a single appointment with that doctor because he/she charges $500 and doesn't accept health insurance, then sorry (I'm not sorry), he/she should have his/her medical license taken away.
"When your own life is threatened, your sense of empathy is blunted by a terrible, selfish hunger for survival." - Yann Martel (Life of Pi) Lately I've been reflecting on the ups and downs of having a chronic illness -- in my case, two illnesses, myalgic encephalomyelitis (chronic fatigue syndrome) and Lyme disease. Mostly I've... Continue Reading →
*My blog is not about politics, nor am I a particularly politically-minded person. It is my intent to respect the views of others. If this post offends you in any way I sincerely apologize, but nevertheless these words are a representation of how I feel at the moment and for that I will not apologize. ... Continue Reading →
*Please subscribe to my blog below* I've never been one to protest, well, unless you count not shopping at a certain large retail store whose name rhymes with Falmart. So what I'm about to ask of anyone reading this might seem a bit hypocritical. But that's okay, I'm gonna ask anyway. Those of you who... Continue Reading →
*Please subscribe to my blog below* I was completely naked for the better part of an entire year. I wore no clothes. None. Now, before you file this post away on your "too much information" (TMI) blacklist, first let me promise to keep the intimate stuff to a minimum. That being said, some stuff may... Continue Reading →