When I started this blog 2.5 years ago (yes, it's been that long), I really wanted it to be a space where I told you about the things that interest me, what I was doing in my free time (because you really don't want to hear about my work life and even the trials and tribulations everyone goes through with life), and my crafts. I want to give you pictures, funny stories, and videos of my sister doing the Hot Dog Dance. For the most part I've tried to stay away from rambling on and on about the injustice of the world with that big monster that sits on my back everyday looking uglier as time goes on. Sometimes that monster gets so heavy, it's a wonder I don't have severe scoliosis from the weight of it. But there's good news: there's a pill in the works to lessen the burden of that monster, name: MS. It's about freaking time! I can't tell you how much I dread the 9 o'clock hour every day, stabbing myself with a needle in hopes that I'll always be able to walk. I'm tired of the lumps, bumps, bruises, and sore red patches that grace my arms, thighs, abs, and hips. I'm tired of that moments hesitation before pushing the button on the auto injector for the stick, preparing myself for the inevitable pain. I'm tired of seeing my own blood sometimes drip out of me because I gave my shot too close to a veiny area. I'm tired of searching for areas that aren't already healing from the week or even three weeks before. I'm tired of accidently touching an area that's still sore, or worse, husband giving me a hug or a swat on the backside only to feel sorry for hitting a sensitive area. I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm tired. And I'm just an amatuer at this.
It's hard work staying positive. But the future will be much brighter if we do, and hey, you just might catch someone doing the Hot Dog Dance in the meantime.