Category Archives: In Sickness and In Health

Relief

It’s round and innocuous at first. She says it doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t do anything. She laughs and acts embarrassed if someone asks her about it. She is dismissive when anyone worries. She won’t see a doctor. There are more … Continue reading

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You are not sick. You are just fat.

So I had decided that I would no longer blog about the bother that my health and life is. Because. Why give material to those who point and laugh, non? But fuck that. This is just too rich, too cruel, … Continue reading

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High Dreams and Low Dreams

I hurt. Today I realised that somewhere through life, I have stopped helping myself. That somewhere I have started being really harsh with the way I deal with myself. And how much that has made all of me hurt. Today … Continue reading

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La vie en violet: sixième partie

Facing the 32nd birthday this May, we are quite terribly sick. In the head, the terrible gets auto-corrected to morbid. For a year now, my Rheumatoid Arthritis (RA) levels have been over the roof. The bio-chemistry report reads like a … Continue reading

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A Moon for the Misbegotten

What we need from life is precious little. Hot food, a drink of water, someone to share the roof, the food, the water, and our nonsensical thoughts with. So it’s no surprise that the only thing I wanted from the … Continue reading

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October Outbreak

Pain is not a word I would have chosen to live my life by. This October began with a wry smile and looks like it will end in a whimper. It started with a common cold and cough. And then … Continue reading

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Adam’s Curse

Listen, I have real relationships, I argued with myself. The sort that allows you to fight with your best friends loudly enough to startle the neighbours; intense enough to cry and laugh at the same time in front of them. And do … Continue reading

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