My goal with this blog is to offend everyone in the world at least once with my words… so no one has a reason to have a heightened sense of themselves. We are all ignorant, we are all found wanting, we are all bad people sometimes.
I’m in the process of writing a pitch dealing with disclosing mental illness in the workplace as well as working on my professional freelance writing website/my personal writing brand. All in the middle of a bad fibro flare.
Fibro warriors are known to deal with persistent widespread pain every second of every day. A flare is a period of time that this pain is amplified. This sometimes can last hours and sometimes it will last months. The pain varies but today, for me, it is the horrible aching muscles in my shoulders. This is the kind of muscle ache that sends you into a fit of tears while you try to lie or sit in every position possible. I have tried everything that will alleviate this agony. Popping ibuprofen and using an ice pack, I’ve finally been able to ease it for just a bit.
This commercial just told me I could buy a drug to cure my stomach problems, but may cause me to get a life threatening disease called Kidoacidocious (spelling? A disease that causes the game to end). Why can’t they find a drug that just heals you… and doesn’t “possibly” kill you?
I know you probably aren’t very pleased with me right now. Sometimes my Korean nature shows in unusually Korean ways… and my stubborness knows no limit. I know you wished for a different response from me the other day and I can’t give a good explaination for why I have decided to do what I am doing.
I am just done. I am done with the “maybes” and the guesses. I am done knowing something is wrong and not being able to prove it. I am done being poked and prodded like a cow. I am done.
Yesterday I was the bad son. Again. I have been him before and I will be him again as I grow into me.