Private Chef, Writer & Podcaster
Tired? Try living with sarcoidosis, heart failure, and a side of snark. In this funny, raw, and relatable chef’s diary of chronic fatigue, I explore what happens when your brain wants to do everything and your body files for early retirement. Fatigue, chronic illness, medication side effects, and stubborn hope collide in this reflective rant — served with humor and a bold refusal to give in.
We’ve all handed over our medical privacy to forms and HIPAA posters, but why does the reception desk still broadcast your address and phone number like morning radio? As someone juggling sarcoidosis, heart failure, and the joy of frequent waiting rooms, I’ve turned accidental oversharing into a personal crusade. Welcome to the absurdly human side of patient privacy—where your lungs aren’t the problem, but your info is.
Living with heart failure and sarcoidosis means my heart sometimes behaves like an untrained sous-chef—dropping beats, burning the sauce, and sending everyone into panic mode. After a surprise fibrillation episode, some extra beats, and a cardiologist who ambushed me with a flu shot before I could protest, I’m trying to stay calm, breathe, and avoid yet another hospital stay.
Starting with a “clean slate” isn’t just an expression—it’s kind of my secret weapon in surviving sarcoidosis, heart failure, and the great prednisone weight gain saga. From resisting meds as a kid to relying on homeopathy and careful research now, I’ve learned that empowering yourself with knowledge, mindful eating, and a dash of common sense can make chronic illness just a little bit less chaotic. Here’s how I went from fighting every pill to trusting what my body truly needs—and why you might want to wipe your slate clean too. sarcoidosis
Someone decided my take on living with sarcoidosis was “too upbeat,” like I’m out here harmonizing with woodland creatures while my body runs a nonstop group project I didn’t sign up for. But if you’ve ever tried to stay afloat in chronic illness while strangers critique your coping skills, you already know the real story isn’t about pretending—it’s about refusing to let misery run the whole kitchen…
Tate Basildon 