Posts tagged with: so over it

so over it

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 in-between times are the hardest: episode 3? 4?

The labs have been drawn. So many vials of blood! The urine has been tested. The body has been checked for suspicious moles (all clear) and the pap smear has... Read More

Another beginning

When a new chapter begins in someone’s MS treatment, suddenly it’s not hard to come up with blog content anymore. Suddenly one’s life is full of things to think about,... Read More

When it rains

Greetings from my Relapse and from inside the Ark. See, I wished for rain.  I was so sick and tired of being so hot and humid and blah, I did... Read More

A Visit with the Wizard: Re-lapses, Re-dos, Re-United (and it feels so good)?

It really does feel so good, I am not being even remotely sarcastic. I know I give my MS specialist Dr. Scott a hard time in this venue. I work... Read More

Don’t lie to your mother

File this in the folder called “Italian mothers are no joke.” I pretty much slept all day today. My dizziness keeps getting worse. It started out as a passing thing.... Read More

I’m a lying liar

I’ve told you this so many times I can’t really even count them. I could go back through past posts and notate specifically how many times I’ve explained how much... Read More

Did ya ever feel like the Universe is trying to tell you something?

Before recent years, I would have told you transformations are my jam. I mean, one look at pictures of me through the years and my hair proves my point. I... Read More

I’m an acrobat, y’all

I try to avoid everything I write sounding like an out and out bitch fest, I really do, but I seem to fail at this more often than I succeed... Read More