a personal blog on life, writing, motherhood, & chronic pain
One thing you should know about me is I absolutely hate pain killers, especially prescription medication . . . more specifically narcotics. After my first surgery, I was on the hard stuff for the first year or two. And during the first year, I developed GERD, also known as Acid Reflux, so of course I... Continue Reading →
The more comfortable I feel about opening up about chronic pain, the more I realize just how many people have already done so. And as much as it is an inspiration to know I am not alone in this, I can’t help but feel inadequate like there’s no point in me talking about it, but... Continue Reading →
Somehow, without fail, I open up Instagram and instantly feel really crappy about myself. It's like I need to be doing something really amazing with my life otherwise, I'm nothing. I often forget social media is a lie. Just because a post shows something really cool, doesn't mean that's how that person is living their... Continue Reading →
Well, since I was super morbid in my last post, maybe I should start out with the good. Good news is all my tests I took (the EMG, an MRI of the brain, and an MRI of my lower back) all came back normal & to rehash the whole cervical spine degeneration arthritis bit -... Continue Reading →
A part of me secretly hopes my neurologist finds something abnormal, at least it'll explain all the wrong that's been happening to me. I want answers, but also, I don't want things to be too serious to the point of dying a slow and agonizing death. To be completely dark and morbid, and well I... Continue Reading →
I don't know about you guys, but 2020 has been exhausting. It has been a trying year for me mentally, emotionally, and physically. Of course, there's been ups during this slow period in all of our lives, but this chronic pain of mine has been draining. As new symptoms surfaced, the amount of pain I've... Continue Reading →
As some of you may know, I'm a huge fan of Mary Kay and when this came out I was DYING to try it. I waited a few months because I was . . . well, waiting for the perfect moment to hold a Mary Kay party, and to try it and learn from a... Continue Reading →
As an Asian American raised in a suburban town an hour west of Chicago, I grew up pretty sheltered. I grew up privileged. I grew up feeling safe in my neighborhood and among my peers. I usually remain silent in matters like this because of fear of opening up, fear of being vulnerable & uncomfortable,... Continue Reading →
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