Thursday, May 28, 2009

It's my space, and I'll write what I want to

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.


  1. Do you really have to bring attention to the hot dog dance by referencing it multiple times in following posts? I mean really? Leave a sista alone for getting her groove on!

    I would punch the MS monster in the face & kick him while he is down for you if I could...

    I am sorry that you are tired. I respect that you are tired. You have a right to be. It sucks. I think you do a really good job of not being negative. You don't let it stop you from living an active life. I admire that. Keep on keeping your chin up. It doesn't go unnoticed. I love you!

    and I realize that the hot dog dance references are really just out of jealousy of my super hot's okay sis, we can't all be this talented...

  2. You are a super Hot Dog Dancer. And it got me a lot of comments. Humiliation=comments! :)

  3. i can't even begin to imagine...

    hoping the pill makes an appearance sooner than later!