Author deanna

when cruelty is the point

People never cease to surprise me at the levels of the cruelty they are willing to immerse themselves into to show you just what a piece of shit they think you are. I battle people all the time on healthcare… Continue Reading →

pro-tip for the dying

I have no idea why I went looking for mortality rates for people with the defective gene I have, but I did. And I already seem to have beaten the mean age of death (think it’s 36). Now, I am… Continue Reading →

when things happen…for the better

You know, it’s been pretty damn hard for me to rationalize the great betrayal that happened a few years ago now. To get legitimately thrown away and ignored was not a thing that was easy for me to stomach and… Continue Reading →

changing and changing

Things have changed a bit over the past week. Don is doing really well in his job, is liked and has a lot to contribute to the work they are doing. I have honestly never heard him so hopeful and… Continue Reading →

it was my birthday. surprise!

My birthday was Monday. I am not sure it was an aortaversary–that might have been yesterday given I was in surgery on my birthday and woke up several days later. This was year 24. I am not particularly nostalgic with… Continue Reading →

vlogging yeah so that’s happening

Alright party animals, I mean friends of the internet. It is happening soon, the thing I promised for so long. Why now? Well Don did something cool and set me up with a fantastic setup for that thing, above. Man… Continue Reading →

the thing that’s true is everything changes when you do

I say that often enough. You want things to change, change something about what you are doing. Usually things change with us with the interrupting of another person’s actions into our lives, as a lot of stuff probably up until… Continue Reading →

cooperation and survival…

Man that migraine yesterday got me thinking about my own paths of thought and getting control again of those directions and reflections. I’ve realized my brain has had the three strokes, and those were just the ones I know about–obviously… Continue Reading →

the overload is my overloading

Sometimes shit gets out of hand, and sometimes you have no goddamn hope. It’s the way it is sometimes in this life and I am no stranger to the highs and lows. Certainly not everything has been shit, though outcomes… Continue Reading →

wage garnishment for medical bills

Man. Life is a mean motherfucker for sure. I am contemplating if killing myself now or later would be the better option. I certainly won’t survive menopause and if I do, likely with brain damage. The strokes, the strokes. The… Continue Reading →

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