2017 tried to kill me. I mean, it really did. Job loss, a blood clot, pulmonary emboli, finding an amazing new job, nearly losing that job, co-pays, stress, anxiety, depression. At some point, the motto for 2017 became “just survive somehow.” Toward the end of the year, however, things started looking bright. Super bright. Some…
Life
Me too.
I was 20. Maybe 22. I can’t remember. Parts of this are fuzzy, the kind of blur that comes from years of separation between The Moment and The Memory. I was working at the bank. I’d managed to get myself up to assistant head teller status. We had some overflow and understaffing between our two…
Old School Blogging and Why Don’t We Do That Anymore?
Who’s still blogging? Are people doing that anymore? An OG blogging friend posed the question on her Facebook page yesterday (two days ago?), and I’ve been mulling it over in my head ever since. I know the exact minute blogging turned ugly for me. The very moment when I faced the dilemma of continuing to…
Birth Control And Blood Clots: A (Possibly) Deadly Combination
So the title sort of gives it all away, but birth control caused my blood clots. Birth control is the *only* causative factor my doctors could find. Birth control and blood clots, y’all. A possibly deadly combination. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ On Monday, I had a follow-up visit with the hematologist. After taking twelve vials of blood at my first…
The Clot Thickens: Pulmonary Embolism
This blood clot story just keeps getting…more bloody. I am not only the proud owner of blood clot in my leg. I also have pulmonary embolism. In layman’s terms, that means I also have blood clots in my lungs. Someone blast the confetti cannon. I can’t even bury this lede because YOU GUYS BLOOD CLOTS…