Anyway, the nightstand is cute. (8/8)

Living sustainably is hard. Living with chronic illness is harder. Doing both at once? A masterclass in cheerful survival.

And here’s the thing: this wasn’t a crisis. It wasn’t extraordinary. It was just… Tuesday. (7/8)

Then I drove home—carefully, cautiously—unloaded everything, and logged into a meeting.

Camera off, because I’d literally puked 15 minutes earlier. Camera off, because pain had re-sculpted my face. Camera off, because this is what “normal” looks like sometimes. (6/8)

As I’m sliding the drawers back in, the migraine wins.

I turn my head and puke.

Right there. On the lady’s driveway. Like a gross, involuntary calling card that no one wants left behind.

I wipe my mouth with my sleeve, grateful no one saw me. And that the nightstand fit in the Fiat EV. (5/8)

After barfing 2xs at home, I drove with one working eye to a sweet older lady’s house, fought the nausea to make small talk, and put the nightstand in the boot—even though I’m not supposed to lift anything heavier than a grocery bag.

Chronic illness is 80% self-negotiation, 20% self-delusion. (4/8)

But I didn’t want to lose the nightstand.

I love being independent. And I hate asking for help. So I convinced myself: It’s just a mile and a half. I can do this.

You can already see where this is going. (3/8)

I found a great deal—the kind you jump on because you’ve got (vegan) champagne taste on a beer budget and you’re trying to make your little LA treehouse feel more like a French chateau.

One problem: out of nowhere, a migraine hit so hard the left half of my vision turned into TV static. (2/8)

It’s very, very plastic, but dang—it’s held up!!

Info on LA’s rent control measures—rules that allowed me as a working artist to remain in my humble, non updated one-bedroom apartment without having to “move home” or live with roommates, which is neigh impossible for me as someone with multiple chronic illnesses.
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Oh! And from #GiasConsciousCloset… this champagne-like sweater was my Irish grandmother’s. Bought in Denver in the ‘60s at a long gone department store called Neusteder’s but made in Italy, it’s the perfect party accessory, and I’ve worn it since I was a teenager! #Ecofashionista #SustainableFashion