Extreme, chronic fatigue is a lot like love–– until you’ve experienced it yourself, it’s hard to really “get it.” That’s probably where the comparisons to love end, though. Fatigue sucks.
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Extreme, chronic fatigue is a lot like love–– until you’ve experienced it yourself, it’s hard to really “get it.” That’s probably where the comparisons to love end, though. Fatigue sucks.
I like getting tattoos. Other things I enjoy include piercings, dying my hair colors not found in nature, and spending far too much of my disposable income on whatever makeup a Kardashian is currently peddling on Instagram.
The biggest thing to be aware of about autoimmune diseases, in my humble opinion, is that they make no damn sense.
Well, in an interesting karmic twist, I have officially become my grandmother–– the perpetually sick person in the room. And it’s turned out to be good thing, because it’s allowed me to understand her better.
As a Midwesterner, my potatoes come with a side of potatoes. A hotdog is a snack. Cheese from a can is like, a fairly acceptable thing to ingest. Food is a huge part of my middle-class, Chicagoan culture.
When it comes down to categorizing it, I suppose this would be a health & wellness blog. It’s about me, because blogs are for narcissistic beasts. But more specifically, it’s about my experience with Crohn’s disease.