The Opioid Crisis? A Lie. Suicide Due to a Lack of Pain Management? Very Real.

All of the following information is available on many sites on the internet. The National Health Association, the World Wide Health Organization, the CDC, and etc. You should just google suicide rates. I knew as medication was withheld, my people would choose not to live. It is happening! We are losing our chronically ill brothers... Continue Reading →

No Pain Medication Allowed!

Hello. It has been almost five months in my journey with no pain medication. How's that working? Well, I'm still here. Many others are not. Their pain too great. Suicide rates are on the rise... What is a flare like WITH the availability of a rescue pain medication, often called; The Evil Opioid? A painful flare... Continue Reading →

Three of My Cheaters to Fight Pain

If you know me, then you know I call things I use to assist me when I have painful flare; cheaters! I don't know why. Here are three of my cheaters just for you! Consider it an early Christmas Gift... 1. Tommy Copper Hello, Tommy Copper! Why haven't I tried this before?!?! Well, I have tried... Continue Reading →

Don’t Mess With Texas

I want to say hello! I fought my way back! I thought about how I started this blog to simply remember how to write, not much more than that... but did I receive so much more from all of you! Wow. I want to share an account of the road (paved with good intentions) that... Continue Reading →

One of Many

Fibromyalgia Syndrome. Two to four percent of the US population is affected by fibromyalgia, that is six to twelve million people. Females make up 90% of those numbers. ~~~ Hi, I'm Kali, I was diagnosed at age 18 with Fibromyalgia Syndrome in 2015. I just recently got engaged. I'm looking forward to having a happy... Continue Reading →

My Top 20 Cheaters!

Do you ever just get fed up? Get tired of being the 'patient?' Everyone looks at you as the 'sick' one, mentally and/or physically... depending on how cruel they want to be. Do you get tired of seeing one more specialist, reading one more study, purchasing one more book about your disease... Do you ever... Continue Reading →

The Problem…

This is a problem. How do you carry all your medication? What if you are traveling to care for elderly parents like I am? What if you have kids to run to school and after-school activities? What if you can never find what you need because it's in the bathroom medicine cabinet? Or is that... Continue Reading →

After I Tripped I Got The Hell Back Up! (Friday Series Finale)

Many of you have read both of my Friday series. Previously; Before I Tripped Over a Stone and currently After I Tripped. Today we are going to conclude the series. I was told to report to my local social security office to apply for disability. I begrudgingly agreed, for no other reason than to say to... Continue Reading →

After I Tripped; New Hobbies. (Friday Series #11)

I was now staying with one of my sisters at my Dad's old home place on a farm. Small, 2 bedrooms, screened in porch, on a lake with farmland that we rented to another neighbor... I found utter peace during those months I lived in that old farmhouse with my sister. I was attending therapy;... Continue Reading →

After I Tripped; A New Physical Therapist (Friday Series #10)

(Disclaimer: The STS machine is no longer available for treatment in the USA. The machine is no longer made. I do not know why. I purchased my own STS machine in 2001, and I still use it to this day.) I started going to physical therapy to work with a man named Dave Solheim. He... Continue Reading →

After I Tripped; The Diagnosis (Friday Series #9)

Returning to my parent's home in 2001 in Minnesota was comforting, yet disconcerting, and a bit embarrassing at my age. (I was 33 years old, almost 34!) I was moved into the 'office' and slept on a pullout couch. I don't think I did anything the first week but cry and sleep. My Mom brought... Continue Reading →

After I Tripped; The Firing (Friday Series #7)

So it happened. In April of 2001, I was called into the head office and “medically released from my position.” I had been struggling through daily pain to maintain my employment for almost three years. I had been the sole provider for “B,” myself, and his daughter who stayed weekends with us. Now, what the hell... Continue Reading →

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