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Author Archives: Jamieson Wolf
The Language of Pain
The Twin is back. I knew he would not be able to stay away for long, that his quietness would eventually end. I did not expect it to be quite so painful. I have had trouble walking all weekend. Almost … Continue reading
Posted in Muscles, Spasms, swelling
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Who Do You See?
Something has occurred to me: I wonder how people will see me after they read my memoir? Will they still see me as me? Or as a different version of me? Will they say to me: Oh, you were so … Continue reading
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Marshmellow Fire
The pain has moved. Today it is my legs that are suffering. Specifically, my right leg. Every step I take with it sends a hot jab of pain up my calves, spreading from my ankle to my leg joint at … Continue reading
Posted in Muscles, Spasms, Walking
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Missing Pieces of Me.
Last night I wrote to a friend: Writing this memoir makes me feel as if I’m a puzzle and I am putting all the pieces together. And some of the pieces are missing. She said that it would be a … Continue reading
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Phantom Limb is Falling
I have not been able to feel my right shoulder for three days. I know it is there because it hurts. But there is a pain beneath the skin that obscures all else. It moves down my arm or down … Continue reading
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Bundle of Nerves
I woke a few minutes before my alarm clock this morning. As I lay there, contemplating getting up and facing the day, I felt a tremor. At first, I thought it was an earth quake; it certainly felt like one. … Continue reading
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Remembering the Forgotten
It is amazing what we teach ourselves to forget. I knew that writing a memoir based off this blog would not be an easy thing to do. This is mostly because I knew the memoir would cover everything in my … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir, self esteem, The Past
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An Unwanted Lover
I woke this morning with sharp pains in my legs. The clock by our bed read 3:30AM. For a moment, I wondered what had woken me. Then I felt it; that hot, jabbing pain that crawled up my legs like … Continue reading
The Value of Words
I am just beginning to learn the value of words. Before writing this blog, I was under the impression that I have nothing of value to say. And so, instead, I made up stories. Stories in far away places where … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir
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A French Remedy
I am continually surprised by people. My legs have been getting worse. Some days now it hurts to walk with every step and stairs have become my enemy. I find myself dreading the moment I arrive home and have to … Continue reading
Posted in People, Spasms, Walking
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Two Steps at a Time 