Category: Chronic Fatigue Syndrome

  • Walk

    Walk

    It’s been a little while since I’ve posted a comic, and that’s largely because, well … I’ve been asleep a lot.

  • Of Chronic Illness and Unicorns

    Of Chronic Illness and Unicorns

    Life is like riding on a magical flying unicorn. Getting a chronic illness is like that unicorn getting a puncture or losing an engine or something…

  • How to Get a Cat: An Illustrated Guide

    How to Get a Cat: An Illustrated Guide

    For the last couple of years, I have sat at home all day alone. Chronic illness can do that to you. It hasn’t been too bad, really. I don’t live alone, so I have company for non-working hours, and some wonderful friends and family members visit and take me out on my good days. A lot of people with my illness have it much worse. But still. Being alone wears you down. (Even a super introvert with social anxiety disorder and occasional agoraphobic leanings, like me.) So, easy solution, I got a cat…

  • Patreon, the future and feelings

    Patreon, the future and feelings

    Silence Killed the Dinosaurs started out as a whim. It continued as a way to help me cope through the worst of my chronic fatigue syndrome. Now I would like it to be a little more. I have been thinking about how to write this for a few weeks, and I have made a couple […]

  • I have a friend with an autoimmune disease, and I need your help.

    I have a friend with an autoimmune disease, and I need your help.

    I have a friend with an autoimmune disease. For anyone unfamiliar with how autoimmune diseases work and why having one sucks, it’s basically when all your white blood cells and other bits and pieces of your immune system are over-enthusiastic action-movie heroes who think ‘destroy everything’ is a mandatory step in the process of saving […]

  • “So, what do you do?”: An Apology

    “So, what do you do?”: An Apology

    My apology comes on two fronts. First, I’m sorry to people who ask me this question. You don’t really know me and you’re trying to maintain conversation through the inevitable lull. You pull out the old faithful “so, what do you do?” expecting a good fifteen minutes where you can just coast on me nattering about how being a vet or a lawyer or a real estate agent or whatever is just great and is really taking off for me right now and blah blah blah. You probably feel a bit good about yourself for offering me a hefty turn in the conversational spotlight. But it doesn’t go that way. Because I’m not a vet or a lawyer or a real estate agent. I’m not even a whatever…

  • It’s My Birthday!

    It’s My Birthday!

    And I am now officially on the late twenties side of 25. This has me concerned that by now I should have my shit together, or at least have a more respectable shit-together versus shit-all-over-the-place ratio. Or at the very least I should act more like an adult. (If you’re thinking, ‘wait, you’re getting married soon […]

  • A Quest to Emergency (Alternative Title: If this ever happens to me, I’m going to lie and say it was dragons)

    A Quest to Emergency (Alternative Title: If this ever happens to me, I’m going to lie and say it was dragons)

    Last week I got a call from my partner while he was at work. “I’m okay, but I’ve had an accident!” he said. My mind went straight to…

  • “Be Positive”: As helpful as the Microsoft Paperclip

    And who wants to be like the Microsoft paperclip? I have chronic fatigue syndrome (cfs). One day in March last year I came home from university placement feeling drowning-tired and crawled into bed expecting to sleep all weekend and be better by Monday. That was over a year ago, and I’m still waiting for that […]

  • The Importance of Basking in the Glory of Small Victories

    The Importance of Basking in the Glory of Small Victories

    Recently* a friend told me something surprising. Recently* a friend told me something surprising. It took me some time to soak this peculiar idea up. I am far too used to thinking of myself as the opposite, and so the idea that I might be considered ‘impressive’ was altogether too strange to be believed…