I Am The Captain Of My Soul

[headline_arial_small_centered color=”#000000″]There Is No Bad Day[/headline_arial_small_centered] [headline_tahoma_small_left color=”#000000″]But First Things First, We’re Hungry![/headline_tahoma_small_left] We stopped at a Thai Restaurant for one last hurrah before making a plunge into the abyss of social exile and extreme dietary weirdness for the rest of our lives.  That’s what it felt like anyway.  And that Thai food tasted sooo Read More…

An Endless Recovery Loop

Chapter 8 – The Truth Shall Set You Free   An Endless Recovery Loop That week as the kids were out of school, I actually ventured out to a movie with the family and shopping with Nan.  Wow, a taste of normal life!  But it was not normal of course.  I still had toxic gas Read More…

Extreme Nausea Starts its Night-Shift of Torture

[headline_arial_small_centered color=”#000000″]There Is No Bad Day[/headline_arial_small_centered] [headline_tahoma_small_left color=”#000000″]Jumping The Gun[/headline_tahoma_small_left]  The ‘felt so good to be home’ part swiftly faded unfortunately.  I went straight to my bed to lie down when I got home.  Nan fed me some chicken, rice and veggies in bed.  And not an hour later my stomach locked up on me Read More…

“If You’re Going Through Hell, Keep Going!”

[headline_arial_small_centered color=”#000000″]There Is No Bad Day[/headline_arial_small_centered] [headline_tahoma_small_left color=”#000000″]Begging Forgiveness[/headline_tahoma_small_left] I wallowed in self-loathing, but it couldn’t last.  I couldn’t die.  I couldn’t vanish.  I already shed every tear inside me.  All that remained was to act. I called Nan to apologize, but she wasn’t answering.  I left an apology message, begging for her forgiveness.  And Read More…

Extinction Can Be Enticing

Here’s the latest post in… [headline_arial_small_centered color=”#000000″]There Is No Bad Day[/headline_arial_small_centered] (For clarity, in case you are just now seeing these posts…this is the middle of my story from 2012 that I’m writing.  to start at the beginning, click on the link above and you can scroll through the posts in order with the links Read More…

Certainly THAT Was A Bad Day Right?

[headline_arial_small_centered color=”#000000″]There Is No Bad Day[/headline_arial_small_centered] That was definitely the most painful day of my life.  I feel like I keep saying that.  Do I keep saying that?  Well, if so, it’s because it’s true.  I was on a multi-month long escalator of pain that kept getting worse.   Words cannot do justice to the pain Read More…

The 3rd Time Is NOT A Charm, Trust Me ;)

[headline_arial_small_centered color=”#000000″]There Is No Bad Day[/headline_arial_small_centered] I had a reprieve then for 30 minutes or so.  And then they informed me they needed to do a CT scan in order to get a better look at what was going on in there. I didn’t think I could do it.  I knew from the CT scan Read More…

Chapter 6 – A Journey Through Hell

[headline_arial_small_centered color=”#000000″]There Is No Bad Day[/headline_arial_small_centered] [headline_tahoma_small_left color=”#000000″]Peace Amidst the Rage[/headline_tahoma_small_left] That evening Nan went out with the kids to a gathering with some friends and sent me this text: “Sometimes the Lord calms the storm.  Sometimes he lets the storm rage and calms the soul.” The storm was certainly raging for us at this Read More…

They Shall Mount Up With Wings As Eagles

I still ordered the gluten free options.  I couldn’t bring myself to go back to eating gluten yet after everything I had read decrying it as a gut inflammatory with huge negative consequences.  So that week I ordered the gluten free burger and in my starved condition it was simply delicious.  And I ordered the Read More…

“Trust Me!” Really? Is That Your Best Answer?

[headline_arial_small_centered color=”#000000″]There Is No Bad Day[/headline_arial_small_centered] [headline_tahoma_medium_centered color=”#000000″]Chapter 5 – Desperation, Confusion, Insanity, Cookies[/headline_tahoma_medium_centered] [headline_tahoma_small_left color=”#000000″]Emergency Room 2.0[/headline_tahoma_small_left] Facing reality head on can be hard.  But my body’s self-destruction had to be faced.  I was losing an average of one pound every single day.  I knew I couldn’t sustain that rate for long.  Already feeble, Read More…