People shouldn't have to vaccinate their kids. In fact, parents absolutely know what's best for their kids in every situation, which is why you've never heard of a mom calling a doctor at two AM because her child has a fever. Moms automatically know exactly what to do. They know better than anyone what their child needs or doesn't need. That's why the vaccination debate is so ridiculous to me...because moms inherently know more than everyone. Which brings me to this... 5 Reasons To NOT Vaccinate Your Kids. When a woman conceives a child, the entirety of human knowledge is written Keep Reading >>>
It F*cking Sucks When You’re Sick And Your Child Is Sick At The Same Time
I'm in my bed, in the middle of the afternoon, with my covers pulled over my head. My body is chilled from the inside out, and I can't stop coughing that barky, rough cough that just sounds painful. It feels like somebody is running a feather duster up and down my raw throat, choking me and tickling my throat simultaneously. I'm wallowing in sickness induced self pity, when there is a knock-knock-knock on the backdoor. You have GOT to be joking, I think to myself. Maybe if I lay here, pretending I didn't hear it, they'll go away. No such luck. Knock-knock-knock, I hear again at the back Keep Reading >>>
That Time I Got A Brain Parasite
When I was studying for my degree, we shared a campus, as well as some faculty, with the medical school. My neurology professor—whose clinical stories pretty much guaranteed I would never ride a motorcycle or try to shoot myself in the head—also talked about this thing medical students do where whatever disorder or disease they’re studying, they’ll be convinced they have it. That Time I Got A Brain Parasite (She was just full of funny stories. Because potentially fatal diseases are always a laugh riot. Please tell us again about that South American worm that burrows under your skin then Keep Reading >>>
Confession: I Am Ashamed Of My Hands
I didn't grow up with eczema, but somehow in my adult life it has shown up with a vengeance. When it first happened, I had no idea what was going on. I woke up one morning with a tiny blister on the palm of my hand and wondered where it came from. I grabbed one of those blister bandaids from my cabinet, covered it, and went on to work. Within a month, my hand was covered with blisters, scales, and dry red patches and the hands I'd loved so much my entire life became these foreign things I no longer recognized. In my teens I once considered becoming a hand model. Not kidding. I had Keep Reading >>>
