Posts tagged with: disability

Here we go again.

I used to get all geared up for these end of year posts, back when I was a blog writing newbie. I could feel the inspiration flowing before I even... Read More

Counting my chickens

I realized today that I’d not updated the blog with my latest news coming out of my test dose of intrathecal baclofen to determine my suitability for the baclofen pump.... Read More

The Fun Aunt

My dad had 4 sisters that were very much a part of my childhood. Aunt Gail had a glamorous career with the airlines. Rosemary and her husband Uncle Donald lived... Read More

Scary things that go bump in my brain

It’s a good night to talk about terrifying things, right? No. I’m not talking about creepy baby dolls or marionettes or ventriloquist’s dummies or even movies about satanic possession or... Read More

Bethy Bright and Dark 2.0

Here’s the thing about putting all your business on the Internet (as my mother calls what I do)…it means when bad things happen you feel compelled to share the news... Read More

Quick update

The Great Scott himself called me before I could call him this morning. As it turns out, my labs were completely normal. No UTI indicators at all. No indicators of... Read More

This Little Miggy is teaching me to look up

I’m not really sure what I want to write about. This is unusual for me. I usually have at least three or four posts swimming around in my brain at... Read More

When your switch won’t flip

It’s still off. My switch. It hasn’t gone back on. It’s a real conundrum. First they tell me, rest! Your body is healing, silly person, you’ve just put your body... Read More

Update from my bubble…Inside the mind of one house-bound MS’er

Patient, calm, Zen-Beth has left the building, folks. She’s been replaced with Can-We-Get-This-Show-On-The-Road-Beth and you know that’s not a good thing. Not a good thing at all. Let’s see…where have... Read More

The subtle art of not panicking

When I decided to go for this new approach to my treatment, I made some promises to myself. Maybe they were more like challenges that I presented to myself than... Read More