The Desipramine Delusion

There is no worse a feeling than looking at the dosage on a bottle of medication you’ve been trying to ween off of for a month–and realizing you’ve accidentally been taking twice the amount you had been on in the first place. I went cold and numb ripping open all my bathroom drawers and trying...
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Makes a Dragon Want to Retire, Man.

I’m pretty proud of some of the changes I’ve been able to make since the surgery. I’ve weaned off of many of my medications. I’m now off Prilosec, Pepcid, Percocet, and Allegra completely. I had been taking 75mg of Desipramene (and had been on the medication in an increasing dosage for ten years.) Tonight I’m...
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I’m Okay Now–We Can Make Eye Contact Again

Nothing makes you feel more grown up than finally putting a bed frame around your mattress. We have reached such great heights…from the bedroom floor. The fact that Happy is currently nestled next to me in the remains of my 1997 Disney Hercule’s pink Megera sleeping bag, notwithstanding. Another thing that makes you feel grown...
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But…Like…What Do You DO For a Living?

I’m recovering from throwing the season’s wildest four-year-old poodle’s birthday party. It’s been a hard week trying to meet his expectations and surpass his hopes–but after twelve orange tennis balls, a granola cake, and the help of a few drunk friends: we made the impossible possible.   Okay, maybe the six foot high scene setters...
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Falling Short: Veins and Port

I’m having a major 404 with my port, pretty much since the minute they put it in. Besides the nerve pain that comes with having a surprise chest tube after having a port implanted earlier in the day–comes the obnoxious reality that the port only really works when it feels like it. I’m supposed to...
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My Plan Is Not Jello

When I said I needed some time to regroup, I didn’t mean I was going to fall off the face of the earth–but I guess that happens sometimes when you’re trying to put together a plan. And oh boy, has this been a solid few weeks of planning. Here’s something I didn’t mention in my...
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Risk.

For days I’ve been trying to wrap my brain around what happened. How did I go from having a functional flare to immobile in my hospital bed after weeks and weeks of barely seeing my own bedroom? How did I go from being able to see my body so abstractly to feeling like I was...
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