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      <title>Welcome to Emlo Writes</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[Welcome to my retro Wordpress inspired Neocities blog. Here you’ll find posts about eagle cams I follow, weekly reading wrap‑ups, book reviews, caregiving reflections, Neocities projects, daily life notes, and the occasional essay when I have something bigger to say.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2026 12:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Weekly Reading Wrap-Up — July Week 3</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[It’s been a steady reading week, the kind where I bounce between a few different books depending on my mood. Nothing finished in the last few days, but I’ve made good progress across the board.]]></description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2026 12:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>The Flare that Said "Surprise!"</title>
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For the past six months, I’ve been living in a kind of miracle. My rheumatologist switched me from methotrexate to a Humira biosimilar at the end of last winter, and slowly, the pain began to fade. Then it kept fading. Then it stayed gone. I started having pain‑free days. Not just one or two sprinkled in like treats, but whole stretches. Weeks. Months.

But Summer is my flare season. It always has been. And a couple of weeks ago: boom. The pain came back fast and loud, like it had been waiting for its cue. It’s a special kind of heartbreak to lose something you barely had time to believe in.

I’m trying to remind myself that flares happen. That one bad stretch doesn’t erase months of relief. That my body is still learning this new medication. But it’s hard not to feel the emotional whiplash of going from “I can do things again” to “oh, right, this.”
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      <pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2026 20:31:00 GMT</pubDate>
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