I used to keep myself excessively busy. Never home long enough to get comfortable; always with a plan. Lately, I have had to force myself to slow down and create space despite every instinct to self sabotage. This has meant seeing less friends (and sometimes losing friends), declining events or volunteer opportunities and other chances …
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Keep moving, my friend
At the beginning, I stopped seeing friends and communicating with family. I spent all my time with a heating pad in bed or in my bath, a new found place of peace. Eventually, I had to get used to my body’s rebellion and continue living my life. Seeing friends, volunteering, educational undertakings, is slowly becoming …
On being open; even if it means having a needle in your upper buttocks
Acupuncture has never been on my to-do list. I was a little shocked when those little needles entered the top of my right butt cheek. The electronic buzzes throughout my body as the needles were linked up to a shock machine felt akin to someone tapping me lovingly; many small love taps. Laying on my …
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Buying into that self-care crap
Our friend Robert died of Parkinsons this year. He was one hell of a character. Favourite word: fuck. Favourite way to spend time with us: teasing. He would tell you what he thought without fear of consequence, debate no matter how outlandish, and lavished in a friend’s comeback. He was a force. And I will …
Focusing on what you can control
Feeling like my body is the one in charge, I have started to make decisions based on what I can control. Exercise has increased to 5 times a week with a mixture of boxing, swimming, jogging and weight training. Reassured by the ability to order my body around, I have thrown myself into it; because …
Life can suck but you sure can make it worse
Fearing paralysis, I sent myself into an absolute frenzy and panic. This aggravated my symptoms to a whole new level. A very friendly doctor in emergency saw me, and conducted a number of physical tests. She calmly told me that my reflexes and muscles were responding in a healthy way, and it was unlikely to …
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This tingling isn’t sexy
On a Friday afternoon in January, the tingling started. Unfortunately, not the sexy kind. That pins and needles sensation was moving through my hands in a “whooshing” sensation. Whoosh, the pins move in; whoosh, the pins move out, in a rhythmic motion throughout the end of the work day. Concerned, I ran to the resident …
Me Without Caffeine 