slow blogging week here, i think.
m. socks and her boy are back from wyoming. m. socks, being the best sister in the world, upped my laundry, brought the clean stuff up from the basement, and took all of the alcohol out of the house that we don't want, promising to give it a fine home in her tummy. (three bottles of woodchuck granny smith; i like the plain woodchuck better than their varietals.) yay, m!
joanna was here to visit for the weekend. this meant that the dogs and i got some bonding time, sleeping upstairs. miss josie firmly believes that her place is in the big bed, sleeping on the head of whoever is top of the pack at the moment, but by sunday night she was used to it and instead of josie and pirate yarp yarp yarping away and keeping everyone up, they just ran around and played zoom doggie and kept me up. ah, well. it was good to see joanna, and she had looked up a really nice yarn store on the internet which we went to. i am repressing the knowledge of where it was, though, because they had fabulously beautiful twenty dollar skeins of yarn. ow.
there's an anthology currently soliciting submissions from women with a chronic illness that i am sadly concluding that i will not submit an abstract to. i just don't have anything to write about. i was diagnosed with arthritis when i was 16. at this point, it's like air to me. i don't know what life would be like without it. that's just a fact, that's not whining. as long as i've been an adult or a reasonable facsimile thereof, i've had this disease. it hasn't changed my sex life, my sexuality, my body image, my career, or anything. it's shaped them. i don't know what my life would be like otherwise, and i kinda like my life the way it is.
3 Comments:
You know, I think it's just as important to hear about your experience as it is about the more dramatic ones. Knowing that it's just part of who you are, that it doesn't make you any *less* yourself, gives me hope.
JenX
I think it may also be valuable to say, "The world has never been any other way for me." I love making boomers stop and think because I have always known that sex could kill me. It was always that big a deal, and my decisions have always been based on that.
--wired
I think that JenX is right. There is nolife for you without RA (at least at this time) so you can't know a difference, but the life you have is different than the lives of your friends without chronic illnesses. Some of them have different lives because of red hair or being vertically challenged. You, my dear, have built a good life for yourself, using what you have, which happens to include, among many great things, RA. The CME
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