Chronically Me – a Column by Amy Baker

Chronically Me

Amy resides with her amazing son and three crazy pups in Williamsburg, Virginia — the colonial capital of the United States. She has an older son whom she repeatedly guilt trips to come home. From 2016 to 2017, Amy was diagnosed with multiple chronic autoimmune diseases and illnesses. Her column, “Chronically Me,” will detail her journey from humble beginnings as a human pin cushion to the fabulous, ridiculous hot mess she is today! Her desire is to focus on humor and levity amid life-changing illnesses.

Getting Out of Bed Is No Simple Task With Scleroderma

“Get out of bed … now!” Are you kidding me? Getting out of bed would take forever. “Time waits for no one. Embrace the suck, Amy.” Stop yelling at me! I’m getting there. (And by getting there, I mean lying there not moving, with hot, silent tears rolling down my…

‘Excuse Me, What Did You Say?’

The clock ticked loudly as the phones rang in unison with a ticking timepiece that was getting on my nerves. I wondered how long my appointment would take. Sitting in the doctor’s office had become second nature to me. Yet, I was ready to be done with…

A Tale of Woe From a Human Pin Cushion

“Don’t worry. This will feel like a pinch.” Sitting in the sterile room with a tourniquet wrapped tightly around my arm, I stared intently at the legion of vials awaiting filling. The pinch did not feel like a pinch; it was more like a bee sting. As the lab…