One Year of Iron Infusions

As we approach the one-year anniversary of the day I had my first iron infusion, it seems fitting to announce that my final iron infusion was last month! Well, I shouldn't say final. I'm sure I'll need them again eventually because my body is always finding new and clever ways to screw me. However, until/unless my levels drop again, I've got one less thing on my chronic illness plate.


The Northera Update

Overall, I'm glad I gave Northera a shot. I had heard mixed reviews from friends in the chronic illness community who had taken it/are taking it. Some did really well, and others, like me, felt worse. I'm choosing to view this experience as one step closer to rejoining the outside world. The idea of actually being able to do that one day is both motivating and terrifying, but that's a blog post for another time...

Pride Month 2018

Happy Pride Month 2018! I'm bisexual. I'd like to take a minute to allow anyone close to me that didn't already know to, you know, breathe. Take a sip of water. Breathe. It's going to be okay. You good? Okay, cool. We can proceed.

Chronically Stuck

For the past few months, I've been, and I think it shows in my blog posts. I'm not writing as much as I used to, both with my blog and fiction. Don't get me wrong, I want to write. I've had ideas, and even if I didn't have any ideas, I have lists overflowing with them for exactly that kind of situation. However, as soon as I grab a pen, or open a fresh Google Doc, my inspiration is gone and I'm forced to set my tools aside once again.

An Update, of Sorts

My blog has been a bit quiet these last few months, hasn't it? I'm usually updating you on my latest doctor appointment or sharing a story about something I did that week... To be honest, there's not much going on here.

Review: “Failsafe” by Anela Deen

There is only one rule: Never leave the settlement. Nobody remembers when human civilization fell to the living computer known as the Interspace. Trapped within its massive expanse, what remains of humanity struggles to survive. There are no maps to the outer grids, and drones patrol the network. Escape is impossible.

It’s Been a Long Week | Part 2

My dad had the day off from work, so he drove my mom and I to my POTS doctor's office down south. This would be my dad's first time meeting him and experiencing the chaos that usually occurs during his appointments. Let me tell ya, he did not disappoint.

It’s Been a Long Week | Part One

It's been a long week, guys. Let's start at the beginning, shall we? So, like I said in my last post, I don't remember much from the actual fall. After talking to family members that were there and from what I could piece together from my own memory, here's what happened...