A long time ago this blog began as a way for me to connect with my Denver peeps when I moved to New Jersey. It used to be a daily outlet for me and was focused on motherhood and the law, hence the name (Law and Motherhood). It died a slow death at the hands of my chronic illnesses.
Now it has become a place where I try to speak openly and honestly about living with daily, chronic pain and living life with a body that doesn’t work the way it’s supposed to. I have chronic daily migraine and fibromyalgia. Some days are better than others. Some days I have the energy I need to post. Some days I don’t.
Like many Spoonies before me I have spent years navigating the medical world with very little change to show for it. Now I manage my pain with exercise, diet, and mindfulness. And swearing. Lots of swearing. Also wine sometimes. And cake.
I am a mother of two. I live in a three story victorian home that was built in 1901. I share this home with my kids (half the time), my parents, my partner, and our pets. To say life is interesting here is an understatement. There is always something underfoot.
My mother and I are celiacs. We found out in 2009 or so. We spend a lot of time looking for good GF food. I have become a much better cook since eating out and ordering in were drastically curtailed. I like to experiment, post recipes written in the most humorous way possible, and give away as much as I keep.
I have suffered from debilitating migraines since I was 12. Over the past four years they have only gotten worse. As of this moment* I have had a headache every day for over 2214 days. *January 2021.
In my lifetime I have acted in musical theatre and informercials. I have fought to protect children from abusive parents and victims of domestic violence from their abusive partners. I have saved prairie dogs, frogs, and rare exotic cats and worked to protect Colorado’s unique mountain prairie eco-system. I have even petted and snuggled tigers.
I’ve struggled with facing the ever increasing reality that my once grandiose dreams of saving the world are reduced to maybe making through a single day without a headache. I’ve given up on that dream. Now I make art and jewelry, write poetry, parent my kids, snuggle my husband, mourn the loss of my familiar, and spend time with my dogs.
This blog is where I ruminate on the universe and try to make sense of the cards I have been dealt. All the drugs currently approved to treat my syndromes have failed me so now it’s up to me and my wonderful team of caregivers to figure out what’s next.
What do you do when you are so fabulous medical science just can’t keep up?
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Some of my posts are password protected. Sometimes the things I want to say are probably better left in my head. However, I have been told that depression is repressed anger and I understand that actually putting this shit out here on the internet does make me a happier human being.