Sorry for not posting regularly. My head is filled with words, some soft, most harsh. A lot of them lies, a few truths. I am preparing for a very, very, VERY much needed holiday, whilst simultaneously taking care of my beloved parents and pets – as in looking for suitable substitute caregivers for them during … More Time To Reflect
As I crouch down on my knees, I pinch myself for the so-manieth time. Involuntarily, because it’s not my intention to jam my hand into a pile of LEGO. But hey, I go where love takes me. And today that is to the floor, accompanied by heaps of LEGO in plastic containers – one of … More Personal | The In-Loves
“Do I look hungry to you?” Unaware of the rhetorical side of my question, my Doctor of Naturopathic Medicine (ugh, I keep forgetting how I abbreviated it before and I don’t want to be inconsistent 🙈) scrutinises me. And before I can hit her with the clou of my joke, she actually answers: “Above all … More Personal | Hungry Looks
It’s the first time in months that I’ve done a full workout and something snappy is wreaking havoc in my lower back. I especially feel it in the shower, when reaching down to those lower body parts (my toes, you pervert!) turns into a challenge larger than the actual workout. I don’t understand what Jay … More Personal | Inner Voices
As the man wipes his hands on a cloth whose level of dirtiness I can only imagine seeing as it’s the dead of night, he looks at me and my boyfriend (omgwhendidthathappen 🙈). “Well, I think I fixed it. However, if you’re planning on driving back home, may I suggest you do so… tomorrow?” I … More Personal | Milestone Unplanned
“Your cold would explain why your adrenal glands are all over the place,” my Doctor of Naturopathic Medicine looks at me, the expression on her face best described as dumbfounded, “but why your liver is acting up is beyond me.” “What does my liver represent?” As I squeeze the metal handle I give my eyes … More Personal | A-liver And Kicking
I press my right foot down just a little deeper – gently, but steadfastedly. Normally I don’t speed, but this feels like an exceptional situation, so I’m sure it’s allowed if I surpass the speed limit by just a few miles an hour? Although I’ve made it a habit never to rush while actively partaking … More Personal | Rush Hour
Strange how two weeks can change drinking coffee from a normal everyday activity into a milestone. It’s been precisely one week since I’ve witnessed my mother in a hospital bed, chained not to a ball but to an IV drip and with a tube dangling from her nose so a bag can feed her properly. … More Personal | Paper Thin
following the lightof my own torchto discover placesno one’s gone before few footsteps leadingdown this quiet descentfewer footsteps escortmy social delinquent please do not confuseme with being astrayas my strength is whistlingwhile going my own way
Jag ser dig I click on the correct English translation and the little green devil owl gives me an elated wink. Dingaling! At least DuoLingo appreciates me… Oh no, Elle, what happened? I feel invisible, that’s what’s happened. Despite that being far from new, it still hurts when people don’t see me. Especially when those … More Personal | Invisible Pains
Elle Vampa 