Tag Archives: guilt

and then this happened

I’m writing about this because both Momma Ape and my therapist have told me I must write about it. I don’t know if it belongs here or not, and posts under this heading may be moved to another blog entirely at some point. … Continue reading

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this time it will be different (really, I promise)

The nerve is growing back. There’s no denying it. There is a reactivated trigger point near where my collar bone joins my first rib that has dutifully responded to manipulations by both my physical and massage therapists in every session in the … Continue reading

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unexpectations

So I wanted a field trip, and now I am on one. The drive was predictably bad. I took a full twenty minutes for my first break, but only fifteen for the second, and the third and fourth were less than … Continue reading

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tribute to Momma Ape

I’ve mentioned her a few times in this blog, so regulars know that Momma Ape has been struggling with a host of pain and mobility issues since I was a teenaged ape. But I wanted to take this Mother’s Day … Continue reading

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more information, and less

This past week, I was given some new information. Life is generally reliable that way. If you’re not sure what you should do about something, chances are you don’t have all of the information yet, and if you hang around and wait, … Continue reading

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Three Things Not To Say To People With Chronic Health Problems (And What You Can Say Instead)

It’s been a tough week in the ape preserve, I know, so as we close in on a holiday weekend, I thought I would lighten things up with a bit of chronic pain comedy. Three Things Not To Say to … Continue reading

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if I’m not me then who am I?

Yesterday morning, I caught a glimpse of myself in a sliding glass door. I couldn’t see my shoulders or face, just my shorts and legs, and for a brief moment, I didn’t recognize the legs as belonging to me. They … Continue reading

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stop my life I want to get off

You’d think I finally might have come around to the idea that my body has some limitations. Laid low by a painful, crippling nerve injury involving my neck and right shoulder, I’ve had plenty of time to reflect on the months leading up to it. … Continue reading

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voices in my head

Yesterday, I reluctantly bowed out of my last remaining extracurricular activity, a music group I’ve participated in since before this all started. Intellectually, I know it was the right and mature thing to do. But I’ve slept so little in … Continue reading

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