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A Jettison Back to the Future, 1998-1999
When I was introduced to my disability I was also introduced to a lot of amazing people, each who had been introduced to the same condition from the same antibiotic as I had been. That guy really gets around, … Continue reading
Don’t forget – BLAME – it’s noisy too!
Image from Google Images 5-7-2013 Oh, looking for that someone or something to blame… anything to direct your anger, to point a finger, to say, “It’s all your fault”! I was once hardened by putting the blame, and the work … Continue reading
Bite of a label….
The next couple of years were spent cleansing my life and moving thoughts to their prospective right places, either gently aside or thrown out all together. I continued my advocacy rampage and stayed in contact with others who had … Continue reading
No more sacrifices – a “partner” disappears…
My reflections continued as I gazed over my life experiences. I discovered that I had consistently left behind my very own self in order to keep someone else happy by trying to fix all their problems, which I was certain … Continue reading
An Awakening
I reached a place where reflection, embraced by close attention, opened my eyes, and heart to understanding my life where it was. I truly had an awakening that shook into me a sudden realization of who I really am and … Continue reading
Coping, discovering, finding a way…
Although the things I’ve described so far seem dark and unforgiving, somehow I was able to cope with what happened. I did indeed wander aimlessly through the confines of uncertainty and grief yet I still ponder what it was … Continue reading
Now what…
Where did I go? Did I go anywhere? Where did my understanding go? Where do I start to fill up the nothing? What now? Where were all these questions coming from but most frightening, how and where do I … Continue reading
So long work, hello label…
My supervisor Scott was very supportive of my attempt to work from the moment I came back and felt his hug in the hallway. He was also watching me like a hawk. There were days when co-workers would stop by … Continue reading
Making it up, making believe
So, there I was, finished with physical therapy. As if the 12 weeks I was afforded by my health insurance had made some miraculous change in me… Sorry to say, it didn’t. I wobbled, banged, crashed, stumbled and fell just … Continue reading
