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Today’s post is not as bright and shiny as I was hoping, but it is real. It is how I am feeling, and I’m sure some other people can relate. Here it goes..
No, I’m not lazy.
I’m not exaggerating my illnesses. Most days I’m downplaying them, if anything.
No, I’m not bored or a homebody.
I’m using every ounce of energy and attention I have just surviving, thank you.
No, I’m not cranky.
I’m just in excessive pain.
No, I’m not tired like everyone else.
My body is literally fighting itself every day. I’m beyond exhausted.
No, I can’t just get a job.
The inconsistency and inability to get out of bed would make for a terrible employee.
No, I’m not a flake.
My body doesn’t run on any sort of schedule. It is terribly inconvenient for me, too.
No, I’m not faking this.
It’s not a hoot’n holler’n good time for me, either.
No, I can’t go out.
No, I can’t answer the phone right now.
No, I can’t skip this appointment.
No, I can’t leave my cane at home.
No, I can’t eat that pizza.
No, I can’t mix that pill with that drink or that food.
No, I can’t control my illnesses anymore than you can control your ignorance.