The emotional rollercoaster. It sounds like it should be the name of an amusement park ride that evokes such strong feelings that it makes you confess your sins and beg God to grant you safe passage into the afterlife. You know, the kind of ride where you just as soon punch your friend in the face as hug him those first few seconds after you safely disembark. Oh, if ‘twere only true.
So, it looks like I’ll be going under the knife again in just four short weeks. After years of procrastination, it’s time to face the fact that my right ankle can no longer exist in its current state. You wouldn’t think it possible, but a crooked right ankle can affect knees, hips, shoulders, the neck, and, worst of all, the back. My back has been hurting more and more as of late, and it all comes down to the ankle replacement on my right side that somehow, mysteriously, and possibly spontaneously (or so I’m told), became crooked. So, to make a long story short, I now have to undergo another procedure to correct the first procedure. It’s like Russian nesting dolls, I tell you.
Ah, Summertime. The season of baseball, days at the beach, muggy nights, and backyard barbecues galore. Many people look forward to this time of year, and curse the winter with its snow and cold. For me, though, Summer means one thing and one thing above all else – the return of my arch enemy. It’s a fight to the death, and this ice cold foe is always there, ready to drain me of all life force at a moment’s notice. Who is this unholy succubus, you ask? Continue reading “The War Of The Frozen!” »
A few days ago, as I was discussing politics with a friend, I realized something that shocked me. I have always considered myself a republican, and I have always espoused the conservative views that were part and parcel of such an ethos. Amazingly, though, as I was listening to myself debate climate change, abortion, and home-state surveillance, I suddenly realized that the progressive views of the Democratic Party were spewing from my mouth-hole, not the well-hewed tenets of the G.O.P., and even worse, I had no inclination to stop these rogue thoughts from bubbling out. Continue reading “Epiphany of a Republicrat” »
Lately it seems like everyone has been complaining about medical insurance, and how patients like me consistently get left by the wayside and are forced to suffer. Cost is now the defining factor for whether or not a medicine or procedure gets approved for payment. Fortunately, I had been spared from the worst of it as of late, but a few days ago my two-year lucky streak came to an end, and now the sign in my room reads “03 days since the last insurance debacle.”
Talking Joints, my audio wed storytelling series is garnering some serious acclaim. If you have not listened yet, or are unable to find it, here is the link again. Listen to me opine about some of the crazy things that have happened to me because of my disease, and talk about some of the thoughts and fears that we all share, chronically ill or not. They are only about five minutes each, so it should take no time at all to listen.
Hello everyone! I’m back, and I’m officially a husband! Thank you to everyone who sent well wishes and congratulations. For those who have been asking, you can view some of the amateur photos over at my Facebook fan page, http://www.facebook.com/danielpmalito . It has been a long time coming, and proof that people with autoimmune disease aren’t doomed to a solitary and loveless life. It isn’t going to be easy though – I know no marriage is, of course, but even in Hawaii I was reminded in stark fashion about the third member of our budding marriage – rheumatoid arthritis. Continue reading “The Third Wheel On My Honeymoon – R.A.” »
Health Central, one of the more respected health-related website on the net, has conducted a profile on me that focuses on the new Talking Joints storytelling series. Even though it has only been out for a short time, the response to the three episodes available has been amazing. Check out the article and then, if you have not already, check out Talking Joints and listen to two or three episodes. If you have already heard it, well, listen again, it can’t hurt! Start quoting it to your friends and family, and possibly even start tagging objects with sayings from the show.
Prophetic words. More and more lately, this quote has been echoing in my mind. I heard these words many years ago during a trip to the theater, when that sort of thing was still required if one wanted to see a new movie. The awe and wonder of the big screen was one of my favorite things, and I especially loved sci-fi (if you can identify the film that the quote is from, kudos – you are a true movie buff). The quote was uttered after a devastating set of events that resulted from progressing for the sake of progress without stopping to consider the consequences. It’s a question we rarely ask any more, at a time when, tragically, we should be asking it the most.
The Internet. The explosion of the information superhighway has been a boon for so many different industries – medical, financial, technology, and, of course, communications.
The TalkingJoints storytelling series, where I recount some of the crazy antics that have befallen me while dealing with different aspects of my disease, is finally here. I apologize that it took so long to come to fruition, but it was a long road o’ hoe. The 5-minute episodes, or what I like to call popcasts, represent more work that you probably realize, so it means a lot to me and the rest of the people who helped make it happen. Enough about hardships, though, let’s talk about how TalkingJoints came into being, and why it’s so important.