I was onboard this train for life until I started getting lots of rando issues that couldn’t be explained by any of the doc’s mildly insulting lines of questioning. (I know, they have to ask. But it still isn’t a great conversation to have to confirm that yes, you pee after sex, yes, you use condoms, yes, you wipe…

Jesus, you’re on fire today. Stop reading my mind!

Guess someone should have zipped up the tent, then. And not had an open bag of chips in bear country. I dunno, maybe Yellowstone didn’t give all visitors a lesson in bear safety back then the way they do now. But stupid people still get “partially consumed” every summer, so I guess not much changes. Sorry about your…

I was with you until you got to Grammar Nazi-ing. Leave the Oxford comma and correct spelling of homonyms out of this!

Get a bottle of cinnamon sugar and put it on hot buttered toast. Dee-licious.

I was getting so many UTIs I (and probably the doctor) was beginning to think I had one of those weird dissociative conditions where I didn’t remember prostituting myself 80 hours a week. Then I did some research and found out a side effect of a medication I take is UTIs. I have no idea how that’s even possible, or if…

Ok. Well, that broke my heart into a million stabby shards.

Thank you. I’ve had some shit luck, but I figure the least I can do is learn, share, and create awareness without stigma, or it’s just comically tragic. As for any private messages about doctors and whatnot, you can hit me up at midgeknows at gmail. :)

Yeah, so am I. Being bipolar predates the worst of my head injuries, and it’s tough to know what to attribute certain symptoms to. So when you’re done figuring out if Sharon Stone’s pre-anyeursm behavior is what’s causing her post-injury behavior, I invite you to come help me sort the differences in my moods as well,…

Aside from not understanding lesbians (who don’t seem to have a big front row fashion week presence anyway), I don’t really blame the guy. He’s a fashion designer, not a politician. His company, his vision. If I created a piece of art and someone made it look bad/not how I intended (and I was a bitchy queen), I might…

Glad you feel comfortable assessing the nuanced mental health changes that come with brain damage from the comfort of your home. I don’t know Sharon Stone or her pre/post-injury issues, but as someone living with the effects of traumatic brain injury, it’s difficult for me to determine where regular mental health…

Good for you for learning. Because I can pretty much guarantee that even if they never say so, your friends get annoyed going out to eat with you. I’m always the one with the least amount of disposable income, but I would never pull out a calculator at dinner with friends. Do I end up overpaying sometimes? Yes. Do my…

A 37 year old snow bro facebook friend just posted an event. “Deep House With XXXX @ Some Restaurant With A Bar.” Yikes. Can I add Burning Man to this list? Because nothing is worse than listening to middle-aged Gen Xers tell me about “Radical Self Reliance” with stupid steampunk goggles. Or, as I like to call it,…

This. Or when one person has cash and insists on using it. Fuck. Just fork over some money to the dude on your right, and then throw down cards in an even fashion. I’m not really a drinker, so either we let the server know this, or I just owe the dude to my right some money, which instead of paying, I will pick up for…

That apple bobbing part almost had me turning my head upside down to try to make sense of things, and then I remembered there is no making sense of anything the length of a thesis centered around the phrase “happy tits.” Truthfully, I kept picturing boobs floating in the water, not apples.

This is a great story, except that this guy is 100% mentally ill and will never receive the care he needs now that he’s in prison. Unless you count the cell yoga. (Seriously, how tall is he?) He’ll probably end up a violent inmate and a great product of the system. Good thing mummy went out for that sandwich! She…

Why the fuck are we talking about the stupid Gawker thing here when America’s oldest living veteran is a nice lady who wore RED SNEAKERS to the White House? Ms. Didlake, I salute you!

I was working in a small town video store when this came out and I FORCED them to carry this (they had no clue what it was about) because the Blockbuster in the next town wouldn’t. I was sixteen and lived in a town of 3,000 people, so this was a big controversy for me, and I was standing up to the Man, man! I think I…

I actually have no idea. What’s 60 x 17 years? I doubt it’s close to that. Doesn’t really matter. It’s probably a craft tote full of pills, Alison Hendrix style (for those of you who watch Orphan Black).

Nah, just a medical professional in neurology/psychiatry with a lot of recreational drug user friends. Never the twain shall meet!