Every so often I convince myself that I’m going to unsubscribe from all of these spam emails I get but then I realize that’s probably never happening. I will die with spam emails in my inbox.
In a shocking turn of events, my pharmacist saved my ass this month, single-handedly proving that anyone can make a massive difference in every area of medical care.
Dear healthcare workers,
You hold my life in your hands, even if you're not a surgeon. Anybody who deals with my medical care is handling my life in their hands. Please don't forget that. Please imagine what it's like to depend on strangers for staying alive. Please help.
Sometimes I really wanna run over people in my wheelchair, but then I have to remind myself that some people just really aren’t worth the scuffs they’ll leave on my tires.
If you're not the kind of person who is fascinated by the fact that you can take a string and turn it into a piece of fabric with nothing but a small hook then we probably can't be friends.
I don't wish my cyber-bullies death, but I do wish them heartache. So that one day they may develop a sense of compassion for others when they finally know what it feels like to need that compassion.
Gotta love it when I get a comment on my mostly dead IG and it’s just a cyber bully. Like, seriously, what cyber bully has time to go through an old dead IG account just to be an ass?
I have always wanted to be the kind of book person that got books for presents and this year I am proud to say that I have very much accomplished that aspiration. I love books.
I wonder if I will ever be able to look at old photos and not be overwhelmed by grief over how much I have lost since then, and how desperately I wish I could go back in time and live in that younger, healthier body.