From piano playing chickens to war crimes. What a time to be alive.

I hadn’t truly thought about moving to LA before. I have visited several times in my life and loved every moment there. But I started considering it and now have a multi-year plan to make it happen. In the meantime, I’ll visit as often as I can.

It wasn’t until I got back and my symptoms returned that I truly became determined to figure out why. When I met with my doctor the following week, they told me it was climate and it was an important discovery for my diagnosis. And… they asked when I was moving to LA.

After getting over the initial shock, the rest of the week was something I never thought possible. I could hike, walk long distances, and truly enjoy my time with friends. But I sort of thought I was crazy as well. I had a small voice in the back of my head telling me something was wrong.

My initial reaction when I woke up pain free the first morning in LA was one of shock. I thought something was wrong. I ran to the bathroom and just stared in the mirror doing a body scan. I was alarmed. I guess the pain had become so familiar, so ingrained that I didn’t find comfort at first.

The first time it happened was completely unexpected. I had traveled to Los Angeles in 2023 to visit friends. Apparently the climate didn’t have an adverse effect on my disease. I didn’t know climate and weather could have such a profound effect on my #chronicillness.

And you know he thought he looked sharp as hell when he left his house. Probably winked at himself in the mirror on the way out too.