Quick note: This isn’t one of those posts where I end going on a long tirade that ends up saying “gotcha! jk I love the thing I claim to hate.” Those annoy me. When I was diagnosed with POTS, a lot of people were sympathetic to the diagnosis and to the fact that with it,… Continue reading I hate exercise, and you can’t make me like it
In one of my all time favorite pieces of The Colbert Report, Stephen goes on a journey to sell his portrait for megabucks at a New York art gallery. He goes the whole nine yards—he has it appraised by several art appraisers, he learns all about the art scene from the art curator Simon de… Continue reading It’s happening
I’ve been on some type of daily medication since I was 10 years old. The medicines and dosages have changed over the years, at times I was only on one or two, now I have to take about 18 pills a day. (I’m considering buying stock in CVS just because my family is basically keeping… Continue reading Side effects are Midodroning on and on
I went to a spin class yesterday. And for all of those who know me and my distaste for intensive exercise, I say to you, RIGHT? I’m undergoing a bunch of meds changes and I went to a spin class. And I’ll be feeling the effects for quite some time now. But it was for… Continue reading Spin class kicked my ass
Birthdays are so tricky. They’re supposed to be the best day of the year—where people celebrate you for just being—and you hopefully get showered with gifts and cakes. But unfortunately, that means it’s a day filled with expectations that everything has to go well. And with chronic illnesses in play, that’s hard to guarantee. I… Continue reading Who made birthdays so complicated?