Today, I feel good and I’ve already accomplished a lot. Ironically, this causes some problems.
An in-depth look at the medical therapies I use, have used, and would like to use for coping.
I give explanations to frequently asked questions.
Dogs rule. People suck.
Numbers. There’s no grand narrative, but there’s numbers.
You broke the social contract.
My medical problems described with approximately 100 words.
Inventorying medicines, begging in the street, and begging online: five hours I could have used to improve my life instead of just survive.
My poverty directly caused my poor dental health. But now, my poor dental health is one reason I cannot escape poverty.
I inventory my medicine every Saturday.