9 Quotes That Inspire Me When the Struggle Gets Too Real
We all have when you wake up to discover that everything has chosen this exact moment to fall apart: your chronic illness has flared, your pain is out of control, the cat puked in your shoes, and brain fog is making it impossible to think. For instance. And sometimes, we have several days like that…
Birthday Week: Waves, Geeks, A Few Atrocities, and an Unexpected Gift
Photo by DavidG It was the last week of what was supposed to have been a working month’s vacation. The month saw very little work — that bone crushing fatigue I experienced early in the year came back with a vengeance. I finally clued in that fighting it every day, trying to push through, and…
Bookend Fandom: A Letter of Gratitude to Johnny Clegg
It was Scatterlings that hooked me. I was in first year university at the U of T Scarborough campus, moving from one class to another, when I first heard the unmistakable joyful beat of a Johnny Clegg song, this one from his first group Juluka. Fairly soon after that, I bought the album Campus radio…
#RABlog Week, Day 3: In Defense of Biologics
Today’s #RABlog Week prompt is Biologics can be scary. This is true and it has led to a lot of misperceptions about these kinds of medications. My goal today is to bust some myths about Biologics. Settle in with a cup of tea. To do this subject justice, I had to go a bit long….
Exercising My Lungs
After that medical adventure earlier this year, my lungs are quite miraculously unscathed. When I saw my doctor a couple of days after being discharged from the hospital, she listened to my chest and exclaimed in wonder that my lungs sounded completely clear. About a month later, I had a chest x-ray and in the…
Ten Years Later
What am I doing with a blog? That’s what I asked myself in my very first post on The Seated View. Which was ten years ago today. I also thought (briefly) that I didn’t have much to say. Almost 1500 posts later, I think we know the answer to that one. So, what did I…
A Walk on the Ptui, Part One
This weekend, The Boy and I went to the Leslie Street Spit. Or, as it had been known for a while, The Ptui. Well, what would you call it? This is version have been planned for a while. Ever since we meandered around on the Islands and heard the quackophony, we wanted to find out…
In Which I Get An Attitude Adjustment
It has been brought to my attention that I’m showing. No, not that kind of showing! What I’m showing is my mood. One friend mentioned that my online posting sseem to indicate I was frustrated with my limits and another friend asked me if I were okay, because – and I quote – I’d “been…