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For all the weeds of life (i.e. identity theft), I want to acknowledge the varied blossoms of happy moments I have experienced lately and gather them into the tidiest bouquet possible for this post, from the most literal (being able to wear a perfume with strong floral notes without sneezing, wheezing, a runny nose, or
Y’all deserve high quality writing. You do. But, this is what you’re getting so that I can find some personal time today…and it’s going to be relatively to the point and skip anything more elevated or artsy. Life with a lot of allergies and Mast Cell Activation Syndrome can be complicated to navigate under the
I started watching Therapy In A Nutshell’s Anxiety series for the same reason I decided now was an awesome time to retry CBD and see if I had lost my sensitivity: Bank of America’s Fraud response. I was starting to have panic attacks in the middle of the night, struggling to sleep, and it was
Ok, so I have some possible answers to explain the effects I observed when taking CBD and my usual cocktail of meds. Because it’s late in my day, I’m not really taking the time to finesse this. This is important to pay attention to for anyone, because if you go to see your doctor to
Second screenshot is citation source, photos and screenshots by Ariana. Allergies can come and go. For an item to which a person can avoid exposure, sometimes in as little as a year a person may no longer react to the item. My life has taught me this many times over. My earliest memories are filled
Earlier this afternoon, after completing a therapy session with Tony, I dropped Hannah and her boyfriend off at Guitar Center, and then drove myself across the street to treasure a rare moment. A moment where I got to enter a store with me in mind and all by myself, no pressure to focus on therapy
There is so much uncertainty in life. A great many people before me have said it, perhaps many more after me. The quiet successes and happy moments in the now have to be the joy we live for, because the rest is just a maybe, a hopefully…a maybe, hopefully some day. But today, this day,
Every night since I developed POTS, I listen to some version of waves crashing against the shore. I find that these sounds sooth me the most, and I sleep so much better with them…but only if they crash with a certain amount of force. Not too much, not too little. My inner Goldilocks gets it.
Things have remained pretty busy over here, so I am going to keep this post short and sweet. Yep, it was strep. He’s been on antibiotics for more than a week now. And the appointment to be tested with his primary care made it clear there’s yet another thing we need to help him learn
Yesterday afternoon I had the pleasure of meeting briefly with the current principal for Tony’s school to discuss how things were going for him and whether or not I’d be returning to assist him at the school next year. She remarked about how well he was doing, we talked about the growth he’s had in
