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It hurts. My body hurts. My head pounds. My neck, shoulders, calves, and hips feel heavy. Yet somehow, I press on. Through the pain, agony, and misery, I find the motivation to do what I must. As much as I probably need a break, I can’t always let my illness beat me down. Over the
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Feeling disheartened this week. After thinking I had my health under control, it decided to throw two middle fingers in my face. Two weeks ago, my stomach had a familiar nauseous feeling. The bouts of nausea were followed shortly by multiple visits to the bathroom. Since being diagnosed with GERD (or reflux) back in February,
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I finally got some fucking answers! If you have been following my gastrointestinal saga at all, you’ll know that my poor tummy has been turned upside down by some ungodly, unknown force. At the drop of a dime, I grow nauseous and experience unnecessary intestinal torture for the next several hours. Doctors ran tests on
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As a man, I am supposed to hold in my feelings. I’m not allowed to show emotion. Get over it. Suck it up, right? I am proud to admit that I am scared as fuck right now. If you follow my blog, then you already know the belly saga. If not, let me reiterate. Nausea,
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I know I promised in my first blog post of the new year that I would be focusing on self-care theory and how I felt I have progressed in the last five years. I have not forgotten about that. I was literally just staring at the bookmark in my browser history a moment ago. However,
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