The age old question of, “how are you?”, has been popping up steadily on my phone. After having surgery, one is prepared to answer this question over and over. Usually, the age old answer is “fine”. No gory details. It allows us to skirt on to other things. But, you know what… I’m not okay.… Continue reading And That’s Okay
Let’s cut to it — I’ve been struggling for a bit now. It’s been about 3.5 weeks of dealing with this harsh, and seemingly unwarranted, flare. First it was my face and neck, the usual places that give me trouble, and then my hands and arms got worse, the redness and dryness surging on pieces… Continue reading Requiem for a Quarantine
My fingers have been itching to sit at this laptop and configure words that may possibly, eventually, make something of all the clatter and noise inside my head. I’ve been thinking about the Topical Steroid Withdrawal community a lot. For two, really two and a half years, I had toiled over a documentary that I… Continue reading 20/20 in 2020
“Miss, are you you sick?” “Yes, I am.” “I can tell because your neck is red.” I didn’t have the energy or, quite frankly, composure to tell an 11-year-old student that my obnoxious cold has nothing to do with why I’m a red, blotchy disaster. At 44 months T.S.W. and succumbing to the plague that… Continue reading The Threadless Labyrinth
I’ve been on medication for 3 days now. Seeing mild improvement. It’s there, but it’s so hard to see how slowly this process is actually going to take. I’ve had problems with my skin for over two decades. These past three years have been the worst with my adult dermatitis. However, I am doing lots… Continue reading Cooties?
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