It’s no secret in my family that certain medications and environmental factors have a bigger impact on me than a lot of people. A few years ago when I took 1/4 of the lowest dosage xanax available, I was a zombie for 2 days and couldn’t stop sleeping. Half a muscle relaxer feels like I…
This past week was incredibly busy. I worked both jobs, making it a 70-hour work week. Because of this,I have been planning what I will do on my one day of freedom since Friday. Just the thought of a free Sunday was keeping me going. So far, my Sunday has been perfect. This morning I…
I keep telling myself that day 2 of no caffeine really isn’t that bad. In fact, I barely notice it! Then I remember that I am a terrible liar. Today’s lunch break I spent sprawled out in the backseat of my car, passed out, drooling on a canvas grocery bag that served as a pillow.…
It’s been a really rough month. Between my hemorrhagic cyst, the stomach virus I contracted a few days after the cyst diagnosis, severe eczema flare, and now another viral infection, I feel like complete garbage. I’m ready to drive on over to the body shop and trade out my clunker for a new shiny one. Don’t…
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Last week I began my fourth online class towards my Humanities Degree. I have come to an important realization: I hate online classes. In 2007 I enrolled in an online class in addition to my “real” classes and dropped it within two weeks. There is absolutely nothing that appeals to me about taking classes online.…
It has been exactly two weeks since I found out about my little bundle of joy, Tamara, aka the hemorrhagic cyst in my abdomen. Overall things have been getting better, but there are still bad days. Days when even sitting down is torture and breathing in feels like a dull blade is being driven into my…
In the 48 hours since finding out that I have a mass on my ovary, I have been surprisingly calm about it. I have tried to keep the mindset of “we don’t know anything yet, there is nothing to worry about.” This morning I woke up with chest pains, a tight throat, and a heavy…
Sometimes I think I have ESPN ESP (dangit Karen from Mean Girls, always confusing me!). I have spoken to my aunt about it who suggested I read a book about developing this special sense. Come to think of it, the counselor I used to see also gave me a book about intuition. He felt my intuition…
If I had a dollar for every time someone told me “you look exactly like someone I know” or “where did you go to school? You look so familiar”, then I would be writing this post from my ocean-front mansion, my pet jaguars licking my toes and my butlers eagerly waiting for their next command.…
The Other Courtney 