Not Like The Whiskey
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 →
Now that there is finally some scientific answers coming our way, we might actually have the luxury of not using each other as guinea pigs. But we may also be faced with being separated by the very answers we have sought for such an incredibly long time. And, regardless of its impact on our relationships, we may be more different than we originally thought.
Perceiving one's own attractiveness is a complicated thing. It's walking a line between narcissism and self-deprecation. Somewhere in the middle is the goal, at least for me, but it always feels like I lean too far to one side or the other. I can be both self-deprecating and narcissistic, although typically not at the same... Continue Reading →
This post has nothing to do with Jameson Irish Whiskey with lime. But it has everything to do with Jamison the Irish human with Lyme disease. Sorry about the misleading photo, but try to look at it, if you will, as a visual pun (there's probably a term for that, but I don't know it).... Continue Reading →
I made a wish, and then, like a spooky omen, a bat flew into my room. That obviously wasn't my wish, but it was definitely a memorable experience.
It's been two weeks since my last blog post. Did you miss me? I sure missed you! I really did. I realize you may not have noticed my absence, which is fine but if you didn't, then: bye! Just joking, I'm sure most of you didn't notice I took a break, but writing this post... Continue Reading →
I don't need a fitness certification to feel accomplished.
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 →
