Minimalism and my Discontents

Does item x bring me joy? Does its energy weigh me down, or is the chi trapped in the room? If so, get rid of it. Box it for a while some say, then get rid of it.

Simplicity. Clarity. Think of what you need, not what you want. What could be wrong with it?Read more

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Crohn’s and the academic job market- a tale

The abysmal situation of the academic job market has received a lot of coverage in recent years, with not much changing, sadly. You can separate academics into different camps: adjuncts and job seekers, the tenured who have compassion but feel helpless, and those who think that everything is amazing the way it is, and who should just shut the hell up and take it. Let me backup and explain the types of academic labor: Tenure-track: This is the unicorn amongRead more

Things I am tired of hearing about not having kids….

why don’t you want kids?  (none of your beeswax) oh, one day, you’ll change your mind (one day I may just kick you) if you don’t want kids, why are you teaching kids? (I am their teacher, not their mom!) is it because of your health? (no, there are plenty of women with IBD who have kids) I guess you don’t want to burden a child with that kind of genetics (err, who are you? the head of the eugenicsRead more

Depression is hurting everyone around you, too

Lately, clinical depression, and mental health in general, has gotten more of the media attention it deserves. Brave patients have come forward and described what it feels like. Artists have visualized depression, and about a year ago, several articles about semi-colon tattoos made the rounds (evoking the ire of parts of the IBD community, but that’s another story). Here are the issues that I have: a) depression has many, many faces, yet, articles tend to focus on sadness and beingRead more

a change in perspective

Remember how in the last post I wrote that the worst that could happen had already happened? Yeah, scratch that. There should be separate categories for “the worst that can happen to yourself” and “the worst that can happen to someone you love.” So, January 24, 2016, my dog needed emergency surgery because of a bowel obstruction. Yes. Exactly one year after me. If you are of the opinion that pets aren’t as important as humans and somehow feel offendedRead more

One year surgery anniversary

Yesterday was the one year anniversary of my stomach perforation. One year ago, I was writhing in agony on the floor. One year ago, I fought for my life. One year ago was the beginning of a long journey of recovery that was officially over in September. People cling to these anniversaries, reflect on everything and try to move forward somewhat. In a way, I was offended by the mundane way the day started. Snuggled with the dog, breakfast, andRead more