Expletives can be good
I’ve always been a wee bit daffy, so the additional daffiness of pain-brain, combined with the clumsiness of my brain’s shoddy un-mapping, re-mapping, or possibly… Read More »Expletives can be good
Isy
I think I'm getting better.
On sleeping despite all this
This is a brain-dump from a recent social-media post. Since the same question was asked 3 times in one day on my groups, I figured… Read More »On sleeping despite all this
International group post: Love is portable
The point is this: love is portable. Real, solid love can handle time and distance. I’ve been saying that for a very long time. I… Read More »International group post: Love is portable
Being clear about being grateful
We visited our favorite hot springs last week. There’s a hot pool that’s very hot indeed. When I alternate between that and the cold pool,… Read More »Being clear about being grateful
Painting my limbic system blue
I’m not used to having TV. I grew up in Egypt, at a time when you only needed to take off one shoe to count… Read More »Painting my limbic system blue
Isy’s principles of blogging 101
Quite a few people I know are going into blogging. Most of them are CRPSers, all of them are clever and interesting, and I think… Read More »Isy’s principles of blogging 101
Getting the important things settled
It took roughly three weeks to recover from the move. For much of that time, everything was bathed in a whitish sheen, and getting more… Read More »Getting the important things settled
Persistence, chronic illness, mortality, and other perky subjects
I’m recovering from packing and moving to my homestead. [I’m sorry to say that I don’t have internet yet, and the library’s uplink is slo-o-o-o-ow.… Read More »Persistence, chronic illness, mortality, and other perky subjects
Rock stars
As many physicians have noted, treating chronic pain is peculiarly frustrating. Therefore, treating a pain condition as subtle, complex and intransigent as CRPS must be… Read More »Rock stars
There’s always an afterwards
When I was a nurse, I could see when death was creeping up on someone. I saw gray fluttering around the person’s edges, especially around… Read More »There’s always an afterwards