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X, Microblogging, Twitter, Charlie Kirk, Housekeeping, Social Media, Politics, Current Events, The Internet, Wellbeing, Carpal Tunnel, Cubital Tunnel, Surgery

X Marks The Spot

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X, Microblogging, Twitter, Charlie Kirk, Housekeeping, Social Media, Politics, Current Events, The Internet, Wellbeing, Carpal Tunnel, Cubital Tunnel, Surgery

It’s been a gaddamned thrill, rebuilding my presence on X. So much information to take in, some of it even factual. So much interaction – some of it actually rewarding. But, most-importantly, I’ve rediscovered an outlet for all the crap on my mind, one that isn’t altogether so different from that on which it’s based.

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X, Microblogging, Twitter, Charlie Kirk, Housekeeping, Social Media, Politics, Current Events, The Internet, Wellbeing, Carpal Tunnel, Cubital Tunnel, Surgery

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Morning, Wellbeing, Pain, CPAP

Night-Morning

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Morning, Wellbeing, Pain, CPAP

There’s something about a daybreak, though, that’s amazing to me. The hour or so just before it. “Night-morning”, as my Grandma Gwen used to call it when explaining it to me as a preschooler.

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Morning, Wellbeing, Pain, CPAP

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Mental Health, Wellbeing

Epiphany And Seachange

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Mental Health, Wellbeing

Occasionally, I’ll have an epiphany. About where I’m at and, if need be, how to change it. Less-frequently will come a sea change – a period afterward that’s reflective of having faced some one of life’s dilemmas and tackled it. Successfully. The way I exist in total is generally turned on its ear, thusly – and for the better. Even the manner in which I carry myself. Chin held high, corners of my mouth upturned to a smile. And social interaction? Like night turned to day.

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Mental Health, Wellbeing

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Sexual Abuse, Mental Health, Creativity, The Blog

Hiatus

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Sexual Abuse, Mental Health, Creativity, The Blog

This is where I excuse myself for a few minutes while I prep the morning coffee

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Sexual Abuse, Mental Health, Creativity, The Blog

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Pain, Rumor, Sleeplessness, CIA, Dreams, Facades, Politics, Wellbeing

Pain And Espionage

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Pain, Rumor, Sleeplessness, CIA, Dreams, Facades, Politics, Wellbeing

“I’m no killer!” I screamed. But we’re all killers. Each and every one of us. We were born to die and it was always our responsibility to die and if any of us failed to follow it through, the next guy would let the clown have it. I’ve actually not been alive since Warrenton and even then, who’s to say.

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Echo Chamber, Facades

Assam

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Echo Chamber, Facades

“You would think…” he began. Which irks me. Would you? I mean, you didn’t go over the instructions, first?

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Echo Chamber, Facades

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Pain, Wellbeing, Strength, Weakness, DISH

If My Aunt Had Balls

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Pain, Wellbeing, Strength, Weakness, DISH

“You got this,” I say, forcing the words lightly through my lips in a hiss… Not really believing I “have” shit. It’s got me worried about everything from the DISH I’ve been diagnosed with, interfering with nerves, to kidney stones or even cancer.

What if it’s cancer?

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Pain, Wellbeing, Strength, Weakness, DISH

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DISH, Medicine, Wellbeing

DISH

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DISH, Medicine, Wellbeing

I’ve been diagnosed with Diffuse Idiopathic Skeletal Hyperostosis, or “DISH”. It’s turning my body’s tendons and ligaments to bone, starting itself along my spine. Calcifying my joints. I worry I’ll soon be crippled.

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DISH, Medicine, Wellbeing

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Echo Chamber

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Politics

She wasn’t into the theories I espoused that warned of shit like coup d’état’s and jackboots and bonfires where her books used to be. Unlike me, she wasn’t seeing swastikas everywhere she looked and freight cars being marshaled strategically across the country. She didn’t like him, didn’t much care to listen to him. But was it really as bad as all this? And wasn’t I really only being paranoid and a bit melodramatic?