Ebola. Poverty. Terrorism. Tuna Melts.

On Wednesday an attempt on my life was made by a tuna melt. And while I survived–it was only just barely. And mostly consisted of me walking around my apartment repeating, “just let me die. JUST LET ME DIE,” over and over to an unsupportive Happy who was all like “can we throw the ball...
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Migraines: They’re a Problem

Everything was fine–or as fine as you could imagine me being over the course of the last few months. I was still having migraines. But I was having silent ones–ones with no pain, just the annoying symptoms they come with. So when I woke up yesterday I felt fine to drive down the street to...
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A Blunt Q&A on POTS

Q: Any advice on traveling with POTS? A: Fucking don’t. You will just wish you were dead. Q: What does a tilt table test really reveal? A: Whether or not you can be an astronaut. Spoiler alert: you can’t. Q: But oh Wild Divine–wherever did my POTS come from? A: It really doesn’t matter. Like...
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