I knew something was up with me when I was home from school, "sick- in-bed," as we used to call it. I believe I was nine and in the third grade. There was no such thing as a personal computer, and I certainly didn't have a television in my room, and if I had, the …
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I quit …. And other lies
Yesterday, as I spent way too much time sorting and storing pills, I walked into a different room, sat myself down and made a declaration to myself and to the world: “I am doing the unheard of in the chronic illness community. "I'm taking the day off." What does that mean, exactly? For one, no …
Moving and Shaking 