So, you’re single.
And chronically ill.
On Valentine’s Day.
But, what the heck, you don’t care.
You don’t care because you’re an alpha-woman even when you sometimes feel like a z-woman… zonked out on meds on the couch.
You don’t care because, seriously, you don’t have to go shopping to find sexy lingerie that’ll only cut off your air supply while wearing it.
You don’t care because you know that the only thing you can find in a chocolate box is a raised BMI.
You don’t care because you don’t thrive on baggage left behind by old flames. Continue reading “Single and chronically ill on Valentine’s Day?”
The last few months, I’ve read and watched more political news than I could stomach. As a result, shortcut rambling, and buzzwords on Twitter like ‘“tremendous,” “ban,” “wall” and “crooked” now linger in my own vocabulary when I sit down to write. Trying to wipe self-centered #TrumpSpeak from my mind seems futile, though, as each day brings more White House drama.
In contrast, Michelle Obama’s selfless message has always been, “Say something true,” rather than “What will make me sound smart, or witty, or powerful?” or “What does the audience want to hear?” Continue reading “UNCRPD in Ireland – begging for change”
I agree it has been fairly quiet here. A lot has happened the past few months which required the usual RRS, the almighty Rest, Relaxation, and Sleep. New things are still taking shape, so do hang around or drop me an email.
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New posts will appear soon, though, so keep an eye on your email or WordPress account!
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To write is to have a third eye on the world. You watch the world spin day after day, and in your mind, you write social commentary to give it a place in your life. Quite often, though, after reading your perceptions a few weeks later, you realise that what you witnessed has completely lost its meaning.
Like this, I have seen the best and the worst of what mankind had to offer the past six months.
There are people in today’s society who have the purest and most thoughtful minds you can wish for. They add serenity and integrity to your life, and they always bring out the best in you.
On the other hand, there are toxic people who have never learned what altruism and dignity is, and who lack insight into what makes people – including themselves – tick. They go on the attack without working out a game plan first and have a habit of calling you “oversensitive” or “you are just misinterpreting me” when you try to verbally counter their attack. Continue reading “Hell is other people”
New posts will appear here soon!
In the meantime, happy new year!
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Being a perfectionist, of course, it had to be precisely 200 days.
Six months and nineteen days between my first multiple sclerosis symptoms and its very diagnosis.
Little did I know that it would eventually transform my life.
It was September 2004, and I had just dropped off my mother at Dublin Airport for her return to Belgium. On the way home, a strange sensation took hold of the left side of my face, as if it had been injected with thick rubber. Thinking nothing of it, I went back to bed to catch up on lost ZZZs.
I slept for hours.
And hours. Continue reading “200 days”