Hey everyone. So, last February was the end of a very long winter for me. And facing similar struggles was my good friend Catherine Richardson. Catherine and I talk pretty much everyday, because, well, she’s an awesome sauce spoonie and always fun to talk to. We make jokes about our confusing bodies and share our constant poop struggles (true friendship, guys). We’ve never been in the same room, or even the same country, but when you can casually ask somebody, “How’s the poop coming?” that starts to become a lot less important.
I’m spending a lot of this post talking about poop, which actually has nothing to do with what I actually want to talk about. I could blame the brain fog here, but I think we all know by now I’m just a senile old woman stuck in a 25 year old body. [Read more…]