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If they eye offend thee pluck it out, or in my case it was my uterus
I had a hysterectomy yesterday. It’s been in the works for almost 9 months, well really almost a year and a half now. When crap hit the fan in 2023, one of the things I wanted was a hysterectomy just so that my period, which has been painful for years, was one last thing I…
Learning how my muscles work
Have you ever known you were doing something wrong, but no one has been able to tell you how to do it right? I have, especially with exercise and posture. Last year I went to a migraine clinic that worked a multiple prong approach. Parts of it worked, but one part didn’t, and that was…
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Too Many Glass Balls
To reuse Amelia’s metaphor, I’ve dropped the plastic balls, which includes this blog. My slow down in posting started by me living in the moment and enjoying life and my family. I wanted to soak the good in not try to process it in words. I had the energy to participate fully in life, which…
A Little Bit From My Teenager
Bug is posting for us today Hey y’all, it’s Bug here for a reprise on teenage life with anxiety. I would like to start with the disclaimer that I am writing this in math class on a notebook to be typed later, while listening to music and still doing well, if not better in class…
Genetics
Genetics…. The gift that keeps giving. Today I am sitting at the physical therapist with my daughter. She is here to help with pain from joint instability due to hypermobility. Yay! (That’s sarcasm in case you didn’t know). There are moments as a mother where I feel horrible for passing on my less than stellar…