Tag: Chronic Pain
Phase One of Retirement Completed
I’ve officially stepped back from YouTube. All my videos are now unlisted or private. It’s not a dramatic exit—just a quiet shift. My health hasn’t improved, and I no longer have the energy to sustain both this blog and the channel. The research papers are done, too. That chapter has closed.
There’s one final project I’m still working on. I hope to finish it before I die. It’s not grand, but it matters to me.
I’ll continue blogging here and on my personal site for as long as I’m able. No promises, no schedule—just presence, when I can offer it.
Sleep Position: Denied
Back: coughs and shoulder sabotage.
Side: leg pain and betrayal.
Stomach: not even an option—just a cruel joke.
Every angle is a trap. Every adjustment a negotiation with pain. The cat sleeps like a loaf, smug and boneless. I rotate like a rotisserie chicken in a haunted oven.
It’s not insomnia. It’s logistics.
It’s not restlessness. It’s refusal.
Catch-22, but make it biomechanical.
My cats
These were my cats. The boys—gone now, years past. What remains is Perky Goth, Perky for short. I’ve considered bringing another into the fold, but fatigue comes fast. Chronic pain, illness—it shapes the edges of my days. One cat is enough.
Poem: The Capacity of a Cat
Pain has a way of folding the world inward. This piece came from that fold—where the body whispers its threshold, and the heart audits every gesture. Some days, I am the cat—soft-bellied, sharp-clawed, curled inside the cage of my own ribs. This poem is a record of those days.
The Capacity of a Cat
VA: The Illusion of Choice
Republicans say that VA patients can get equivalent private-sector care anywhere in the U.S. Here’s a 50-state reality check.
Ms. Cat’s Chronicles 
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