So, I spend a lot of time bitching and moaning about all the negative things about chronic illness, so I thought I'd take some time and make a list of good things. Something to remember in the middle of my pity parties...
1.) Bra wearing has become a "special occasion" (i.e. I'm leaving the house) event.
2.) No one ever asks me to help them move, and I can say things like..."If only I felt better, I'd help you move." Knowing damn well that I wouldn't, but also that no one is asshole enough to call me on it.
3.) Drugs...I get them. Fun ones, too, sometimes. Nothing like a shot of demerol to perk up your day.
4.) I don't have to remember my name, date of birth or any of that nonsense when picking up prescriptions because I am on a first name basis with all of the pharmacy techs at Safeway.
5.) Any effort on my part to be dressed and presentable is applauded with the same amount of enthusiasm usually reserved for people reaching Everest's summit.
6.) Naps. I used to lament that no one ever told me to go take a nap. Now, not only is that frequent advice, it's advice I usually feel no guilt for taking.
7.) The vast majority of my wardrobe is made of pajama bottoms, thus fulfilling a lifelong dream.
8.) I have watched every single episode of Charmed...at least twice.
9.) I have a well stocked and frequently updated Gaia account.
I was going to put more things on this list, but when I went to add that number 10, I realized I'd have to do some fancy layout stuff to keep it from looking all wonky and since today my ovaries are attempting a coup and even my eybrows hurt...well, suffice it to say that nothing fancy shall occur today.