As I read Paula, I am overcome by too many things. It's a perfect distraction for yet another sleepless night, as determined partly by my stomach, and partly by the pills I take to cure it. Again, my body and I are apologizing to each other, sorry for being so ill, sorry for having to medicate you, sorry for keeping you up.

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It's two thirty a.m. between Christmas and boxing day and I've spent the last four hours searching for what it could possibly be that is missing and leaving me unsettled. Nothing is enough to satisfy me, no flavor, texture, temperature, drink. No novel is tragic and beautiful enough, no film as funny and sweet as I need. Not even writing left my ( Read more... )

Looking through the list of names of the Indian restaurants in Montreal, I almost threw up.

Even I didn't know I missed India that badly.

I am not myself. I am moving to India.

I'd rather die there than live here like this. I'm sorry. I love you. I'm leaving.

To answer another,

I know. I'm sick. But there are no cures here. I've seen every doctor. I've tried every drug. I've googled every symptom. I can't stay here just because it comforts you to have my illness nearby where you can ( Read more... )

My body and I are afraid of each other today, unsure of what to say after almost two months of fighting. It's weak and fragile, tiptoeing around me as I gingerly feed it pumpkin pie filling as both apology and truce, though it will take more than our favorite dessert to put us back on good terms. Despite how I've been spoiling it the last few days ( Read more... )

I just digested a banana!!! Oh my goodness feeling nutrients being absorbed into my stomach for the first time in two months is incredible. AHHHH feels like Christmas!

My body is buzzing in absolute ecstasy.

I don't really know how to process everything that's happened to my body the past two months. It's always the same deal, when I'm sick I don't have time to think about it, and then I feel better and months' worth of weight are lifted off my shoulders and I finally have time to process how bad it has been. I got off the phone with my GI in the ( Read more... )

Paige and Sam are home, I finally got proper medical care, and this weekend was everything I could ever ask for and more.
Life is so so so freaking good.

Denver, Colorado has my heart in a way that no other city ever will. Just the mention of it will forever give me chills.

Nothing can compare to that torrid love affair.

Triphala, I love you.

I can't wait to wake up to you every morning for the rest of my life. You've saved me.