Can I Pour You Some Whine?
As sclerodermians, or fibromyalgians or any kind of chronic pain sufferers, think for a minute about how much constant pain and discomfort we ignore every minute of every day. Once in awhile, in a quiet moment I will close my eyes and take inventory of what hurts and I have to laugh. Because, what a joke! Really. And it's either laugh or cry and crying never really does much good.
And then there are the body parts that, if not actually painful, they just refuse to function. Take my brain for example. As I mentioned before, part of my job as a personal banker is to remember people's names, and use them. Thus the term personal banker. I have a couple of problems with that. First of all, I have to remember a face. Then I have to remember a name and match it to the face. It doesn't do any good to remember names if I'm not using the right name with the right face. If only I could just call everyone sweetie or honey or pumpkin. I think that might be frowned upon in personal banking.
Well, I'll put the cork back in it and spare you my inventory of pain and go for another dose of cold medicine. I have to get ready for work in about 3 hours maybe I can catch a few zzzz's before then.