Author: Callie

The Fibonacci Sequence

I quote from my big green book quite frequently on Instagram.  I love this old book.  I like to think that it was just waiting for me to find it, all these years, as it sat, in the second row of books, on the back wall, at the used book shop.  It was published in 1883.  The version I have was revised in 1894.  Sometime in the 1960’s, possibly before and after, it sat on the shelves of the Toledo Catholic Library.  I also know, due to the stamps located on the inside front cover that it traveled to...

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Identity Theft

After I came home from the “death session” (the cystoscopy that diagnosed Interstitial Cystitis), I found myself in a new predicament:  I felt foreign.  Like an alien in my own skin.  My thoughts were broadcasting in German, or Russian, or some sort of combination of the two.  I wasn’t sure what was happening.  I wasn’t sure what I could eat anymore.  I wasn’t sure what I could do anymore.  I simply wasn’t sure who I was. When someone asked if I liked chocolate, would I say yes, because I did, or should I say no because now I couldn’t...

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How to Survive Parenting When You Have A Chronic Disease

Sometimes having a chronic disease is more than I can handle.  Sometimes being a parent is more than I can handle.  Sometimes doing both is like staying awake to watch a movie past ten o’clock in your thirties: impossible. I’m coming up on two years since IC (Interstitial Cystitis) started and I’ve been forced into a corner of self-awareness that had previously been empty and ignored. I learned that pain turned me into the mean mom at Walmart.  You know who I’m talking about.  Don’t pretend you’ve never judged her.  She’s the one screaming at her kids to shut...

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Why Creativity Requires Breakfast

Today I want to blubber about breakfast. I know it’s quite the detour from chronic illness support and my “youzhe“, but while eating breakfast in the Starbuck’s of our hotel in Nashville, as I glanced over and saw the disheveled family sitting near us, it dawned on me that breakfast holds some truth and maybe it deserves to be heard.  If not, I can easily delete this entire draft and start over, but for now, you’re going to be served some breakfast, over easy, toast on the side, lightly buttered. I just got back from an amazing vacation with my family and for the...

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The Truth About a Chronic Disease Flare

I’ve had a tough week inside my skull, a place I like to call my turtle shell.  It’s a place I retreat to, especially when things are not so spiffy, and sometimes I catch my thoughts ricocheting off of every wall. After several months of minimal, almost zero symptoms, last Thursday evening, my bladder decided she was being neglected, and therein began the worst flare I have had in months.  Still, there is no pain, which I should be so thankful for, but things are irritated and I can feel it, and I just really loved the months of...

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