Wife, mother, blogger, writer, homeschooler, desmoid tumor patient, all around smartass, and Skittles enthusiast, not necessarily in that order.
Author: Christine Knapp
I Tried A Weighted Blanket So You Don’t Have To
I know this may come as a surprise to you because I am hip to the lingo of today’s youth, fam, but I am old enough to be going through the change. You know, the change. *wink* As a result of the change, I am experiencing …
You Can Outlast Trump – A Survival Guide From A Sick Person
These are some wild times, my friends. And frankly I’m not sure how wild they really are, since I haven’t watched the news in over an hour. Are we in World War III yet? Is Kim Jong Un the king of Texas now? You laugh, but …
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My 2019 Top Ten Posts
Here we are, on the edge of saying goodbye to another year. 2019 was a year. Politicswise, it was utter hell. Healthwise, it was okay. Lifewise, it was pretty damn busy. So blogwise, it was slow. I started the year strong. I began a series of …
I Need You To Stop Trying To ‘Help’ Me
I was polite the first time I was offered long distance reiki as a cure for my disease. I even recall saying thank you. I was newly diagnosed. I needed all the help I could get. And, after all, she was just ‘helping.’ The second offer …
What I Learned From My Very First Tech Shabbat
My very first blog post here at I’m Sick and So Are You chronicled a 30 day respite I took from social media. I’d grown concerned over the amount of time I spent on my phone and I thought a detox was in order. I survived …
Friendship Happens When You Show Up
I have a friend back home. Back home, which isn’t really my home anymore, especially since I moved to another state. Thankfully, she’s also my friend when I’m not back home. That’s because we both keep showing up. Friendship is a tricky business. First, you have …
Stop Thinking and Just Jump In
Sleep has been hit or miss lately and last night was a restless one. During one of the rare pockets of sleep I had, there was a dream. But really, it was a nightmare. I watched as my chunk of a dog, Ace, leapt into the …
