And then there was a little magazine.
I've been busy as of late, hence the lack of posting for a month. . . It seems the proverbial hours of time will never cease escaping me, leaving me in the bitter remnants of dust, and making me ponder the passage of hours and time. Yet, production does occur, Lupus flares hinder, and life continues to turn.
About those flares . . . yea, as just about any Lupus patient will tell you there is a point that you either sit in a doctor's office or you don't. There is only so much MDs can really do for the aches, pains, and rashes. Though, I will say that one major flare this past month had me bemoaning the aches of betrayal of my own body and forced me into in the fetal position for a spell. The other one . . . relatively minor, though that may have been because it occurred after the seriously hinder-some one earlier in the month. Yet, these are the courses of my life. The norms and naturals of my existence.
Sometimes I forget the your body is not supposed to hurt like this. Sometimes I wonder if I am not the normal and the people who live without this perpetually reoccurring pain are not the exception to the norm. Yes, that must be the case. You people need to be brought under the microscope for further examination.
On other notes, there's a little Lupus magazine I wrote for. If you missed the vainly placed Facebook status this morning go see The Lupus Magazine now for my debut. Yes, I just linked myself twice. I really am that special.
Enjoy. Perhaps sooner than not I will emerge from the abyss of editor edits and relay the tale of kayaking and capsizing on the Hudson. No fear. No dysentery this time.
About those flares . . . yea, as just about any Lupus patient will tell you there is a point that you either sit in a doctor's office or you don't. There is only so much MDs can really do for the aches, pains, and rashes. Though, I will say that one major flare this past month had me bemoaning the aches of betrayal of my own body and forced me into in the fetal position for a spell. The other one . . . relatively minor, though that may have been because it occurred after the seriously hinder-some one earlier in the month. Yet, these are the courses of my life. The norms and naturals of my existence.
Sometimes I forget the your body is not supposed to hurt like this. Sometimes I wonder if I am not the normal and the people who live without this perpetually reoccurring pain are not the exception to the norm. Yes, that must be the case. You people need to be brought under the microscope for further examination.
On other notes, there's a little Lupus magazine I wrote for. If you missed the vainly placed Facebook status this morning go see The Lupus Magazine now for my debut. Yes, I just linked myself twice. I really am that special.
Enjoy. Perhaps sooner than not I will emerge from the abyss of editor edits and relay the tale of kayaking and capsizing on the Hudson. No fear. No dysentery this time.
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