Not sure what happened there and im not going out to break my head figuring it out. I guess the “under 500 word version” (love you Jo!) Is that my ms speaks to me. It’s closer to me than all the fantastic people, places, or things in my life–because it is mine.
I see an end to this blog. Remission has made me crave privacy. I would sooner cook dinner for Malissa rather than sit in front of my screen, raw emotion leaking from my eyes as I fill my once blank page with letters to form a blog post. I just want to be another “pod” as my friend Derek would say. I’m going to use this gift of remission to reclaim my life. I want to be just another victim of regulation (though now as a healthy person with a disease.)
So that’s the story-MY story. I have come to the realization that doing even the smallest thing for someone else unleashes a torrent of good, whether fettered by illness. I began this blog with my childish complaints about standing to pee. 6 years later, it has been one he’ll of a trip, of this, you can rest assured. I’m now a OT, a PT, a student of neurology, a nutritionist, a Neuro psychologist, a kinesthesiologist, a movement disorder specialist, and Malissa says I’m not hard to look at, so I avail myself to those who are seeking assistance. It’s been a slice, folks. I just want to help YOU lord knows that I have spent my share of time being helped. My desire now is to provide.
I do my best not to discriminate. I speak three languages. Not everyone wants something such as this–but it has seen me through, of you can rest assured.