The (mental) Struggle is Real

It’s been four months since I had my pulmonary embolism (also known as that time some butthole blood clots tried to kill me). If you were to look at me today, you will see a small scar on my face from when I hit the floor of the gym and possibly a glimpse of the nude compression…

Take a Hike

First, I really appreciate all the love and support from everyone after my last post. I am doing great post-pulmonary embolism. Aside from my new-found ability to get drunk off of only 1 glass of wine, I feel almost back to normal. I am no longer as tired as I was and I am officially allowed to…