The Blogging Platypus

Sometimes the simple option is the best, and other times, well, you kick yourself for not taking the other options before finding yourself in a jar of pickled pigs feet somehow. My face felt like it was running a risk of ending up with those poor trotters, as the skin on my eyelids, under my brow bone and the outside corners of my eyes was determined to fall off. It would be red and flakey, like biscuits covered with ketchup. Just as tasty too. I tried a variety of things to encourage my skin to stay, you know, where it belongs. I don’t wear makeup, so it wasn’t a new product. I tried cleaning my face with a cucumber witch hazel product, followed by 100% aloe, even neosporin and anti-itch stuff. Nothing was helping and I know that my doctor couldn’t do anything soon because it would have to be a tele-health appointment with the VA in ABQ. Then if a cream was needed, it would be mailed from ABQ to my home, with the whole process taking up to a month. I eventually ran out of the ...

There was a time, not too long ago (days, hours even) where I would never consider wearing these shorts, let alone take a picture and post it online! But, sometimes you just have to say FUCK IT and wear a piece of clothing that strikes fear in your heart. Granted, it’s not like I am going anywhere other than the backyard, but it still helps me to get used to appreciating my body, rather than loathing it. Having a chronic illness means that you get to develop a new relationship with your body. It is easy to feel as if you are not dependable when it comes to doing what you used to, before “getting sick.” However, the blame should not rest upon you, but rather your body is on it’s own schedule and we’re just along for the ride. My hips pop in and out a few times a day, but on the bad days, where they pop out a lot, the next few days are full of so much pain. I have to literally relearn how to move, twist, bend, and where my limit in regards to range of motion SHOULD be, rather than...