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After 18 months of braces, bone grafts, implants, crowns, drilling, poking and enough dental appointments to qualify as a part-time job, I’m done. So when a new orthodontist assistant ignored my treatment plan and announced across the room that “this lady does not want to cooperate anymore,” my last nerve packed its bags. Apparently asking someone to read my dossier is now rebellion. Give me my teeth, remove the scaffolding and release me back into society. 🍋

A raw, darkly funny take on EMDR, losing a dog, and why some pain shouldn’t disappear. Grief, burnout, and healing without erasing love.

What happens when you try to reintegrate into a high-stress corporate role while your body is still recovering? Add AI screening tools, recruiters suspicious of long tenure, and a job market that worships hustle culture. This satirical Office-style episode explores illness recovery, corporate pressure, and the absurdity of proving you’re “back” while still healing.

I started this blog to write about dogs, cancer, work, and life’s small disasters. Instead, I’ve become an unpaid, non-American crisis correspondent tracking Donald Trump’s daily chaos. This post is about Trump burnout, political exhaustion, and why staying vocal still matters even when you’re tired, overwhelmed, and desperately in need of a break from the constant “what the hell just happened now” news cycle.

A satirical, absurd account of dental implants, plastic teeth, braces, and body betrayal. Medical chaos, tight bites, and dark humor

Gynecology, but make it sci-fi horror comedy: floods, biopsies, zero dignity. Tamoxifen sucks. Being a woman is an extreme sport.