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.
How to Properly Name a Disease
My Way
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 ...
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Happiness is . . .
The entire time I've been sick I've wanted to be that person -- the person who brings tears of joy to dry eyes, the person who makes people believe in happy endings and the body's astonishing ability to heal itself. I wanted to be that person so bad, perhaps even more than I wanted to merely do things that healthy people do. And to a certain extent I have become that person, or rather, I was that person and now I'm having a bit of an identity crisis. What happens when you are known for battling illness, then stop recovering?
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This is What it’s Like for a Canadian to see a Doctor in the US
One of the most memorable events in Serena’s life after she entered adulthood began by sliding down a set of stairs on a mattress. Children do this for fun, sure, but Serena was 18 — an adult — and by no means was she having fun. She was trying to see a doctor.
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Unusual and Tragic and Alive
"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 →
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Fresh Air
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 →
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How Chronic Illness Transformed My Masculinity
Within a few short years, I had gone from an Adonis to a weakling. I no longer felt like a man.
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Sex And Sickness: Part 0
*Don't you just hate when someone writes a story in fragmented sections and then publishes them out of order? Well, okay, I'm sorry! But here is the prequel to my previous Sex and Sickness posts. When I first got sick in 2010 I was dating a gorgeous, smart, blonde-haired kinesiology major named Molly (not her... Continue Reading →
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Sex and Sickness Part 2
*Wait! Did you read Part 1? Please do so, otherwise this post will seem a bit confusing. Okay, where were we? Yes, we were making out. Myself and Mia, that is. Or had I gotten to that part yet? All right, let's back it up for a minute. When Mia first arrived there was hugging... Continue Reading →
