Metaphor of the day: fitness. I did some math and for the past two (business, because nobody's open on the weekend) weeks, I've been on the phone for an average of 40 minutes a day trying to get that damn medicine I spoke of in my last post. Probably longer since I'm not including the … Continue reading Realizing just how out of shape you are
I was here. Probably sweating, possibly tipsy, and definitely screaming with everyone else each time we (frequently) screwed up a play, handed our opponent a gentle first down, or left every door in the house open for the other team to rush 70 yd to a touchdown right in front of the student section (how's … Continue reading Three years ago today..
What do these two things have in common? First, my realization that narcolepsy had turned into this cold, lonely, and heavy weight attached to me. And second, there's a whole lot I don't want others to see in regards to how much I'm struggling with this darn thing. At my follow-up appointment with a … Continue reading Chronic illness and icebergs
Since I've been diagnosed with narcolepsy, I've not taken the time to fully process it. Sure, I experience it everyday. I live in a constant state of "I'm tired," without knowing what that really means. Is my tired really more tired than your tired? Aren't we both as tired as we feel? I shouldn't be … Continue reading Narcolepsy is everything I’m not