#ALS · Humor

The Shackles Are Off

For three long, tedious, arduous years, I stood under a big bucket of suck called an ALS diagnosis. For those of you unsure of what this is, Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis destroys your motor nerves: no motor nerves, no moving, no breathing , no eating. It’s typically a 2 year water slide to a horrific clusterfuck… Continue reading The Shackles Are Off

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“Is something wrong She said Of course there is You’re still alive She said Oh do I deserve to be? And is that the question? Oh And if so, if so Who answers? Who answers?” “Alive” Pearl Jam For the past two years, I’ve had a death sentence over my head called Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis,… Continue reading Alive

#ALS · #Anxiety · Sexuality

I am a Pussy…

Pain isn’t a stranger to me. Let me list how many ways: two car wrecks, Rheumatoid arthritis, Fibromyalgia, ALS, and oh yeah .. CHILDBIRTH!! One of my doable bucket list check offs is a septum piercing, or a bull ring, as my offspring calls it. I’ve already had a nostril piercing, but infection set in… Continue reading I am a Pussy…

#ALS · Sexuality

Elephant in the Room

¬†Alright, I have a confession to make: I’m hiding something huge from you. In earlier posts I have eluded briefly to having a disability. Until about two years ago, it wasn’t really a condition on the radar. Then, Ice Bucket Challenge Summer descended upon us, which just happened to be the summer I was diagnosed… Continue reading Elephant in the Room