White Padded Room

White Padded Room
I am a writer and blogger with CFS who has not yet learned to adult. I share my majestical daily life in the form of blogs, poems, links and odd pictures I take with my cell phone. Kelto, my long-suffering roommate of 15 years, is a very large teddy bear and graces my blog with his presence. “White Padded Room” is a collection of insane humor and storytelling brought to you by a nearly housebound author. Me.

I am a uniquely disorganized angry person who has not learned to adult. I wish to network with other people suffering from chronic illness who wish to see the humor in everyday life. Laughter is one of the best medicines there is – for whatever ails you!

Here is a bit about who I am:

I was dropped on my head as a child. My sister and I were playing tug of war between our cribs and she pulled me out. I guess you could say I lost a tug of war game at 4 years old which may or may not have altered my entire life course.

I’ve lived in various padded rooms with 4 walls. Sometimes there were no windows at all. When I don’t take my sleeping pills, a white background is scary because I can clearly see outlines of the Seven Dwarfs working industrially.

I became sick at 16 with some viral thingy (highly technical terminology) and started having seizures. I am now 43. Since then, my unrelenting research, trips to specialists and my Bachelor of Science in Nursing Degree have not helped me in my efforts to acquire a definitive diagnosis. In fact, I might have been in another dimension when I went to school. I may have blocked the whole thing out, but bits and pieces come back to me. Like helicobacter pylori. Sort of a badass microorganism.

I was given a “wastebasket” diagnosis of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. To be fair, the terminology is confusing. If my diagnosis is in a wastebasket, shouldn’t I just be able to throw it away and be symptom-free? Somehow I don’t think that’s how medicine works.

I have no pets, a year-round Christmas tree, and haven’t managed to keep any plant alive. I am not married and have no kids. I do, however, have a very large life sized bear called Kelto who has been my constant companion for over 15 years. You will see him frequently on my blog, as he is my long-suffering roommate. And occasionally, he sits in the passenger seat of my car, when I can drive.

Humor is a great survival strategy. Like my dad said when my sister and I, as kids, started crying about something, he’d say “Did you step on your hand?” and we’d immediately start laughing. My blog is kind of like that.

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