My Odd Sock

Here is an encore My Odd Sock that says alot!

Through the website and the hoopla surrounding the launch of My Odd Sock, people are saying to me…”Wow, you have a great attitude about your MS!”  And so I smile and say thank you for the compliment–all while biting the inside of my lip till it bleeds.

Why?  Because I know the truth.  And now, you will too.

You see, it’s a sham.  You’ve been duped!

Fact is, my attitude isn’t great.  Not even good.  Personally, I think my attitude stinks like a pair of dirty underwear.

Me & my shrink.

My attitude HAS gotten better though.  But it has taken me 13 years to get here!

Over time I realized my attitude was the only thing I could change.  I can’t change the course of my disease—only the man in charge can do that

Sometimes I see glimpses of where I could be headed and, like a bad dream, I squeeze my eyes shut and think about rainbows & unicorns…or, Victoria Secret models.

Hell, I’ve even thought about Victoria Secret models thinking about rainbows & unicorns!  Whatever it takes I figure.

There are times I think my attitude has brightened because I’ve kept my MS at bay for so long—I’m like a lion tamer with my chair & whip!  Then, reality slaps me silly because sometimes the lion wins.  The lion gets fed up with scorching their nads on the flaming hoop and they snap.  (Just ask Roy about that!)

What am I fearing?  Losing my job?  Losing my mate?  Losing my hope?

Losing all of the above?

So I hide my attitude behind my humor.

Smile on the outside—frustration on the inside.

I vent my confusion, my frustration, my disapointment, my everything into writing for your amusement.

Your amusement—and MY therapy!

My Odd Sock has lifted a veil that has been over my head for a long, long time (An extra-large veil for my huge cranium).  And if I can put a smile on someone’s grill who is having a tough go of it through MS, cancer, athletes foot, even a rough day at the office…then my work is worth the effort!

The Funny Meter

Now pardon me as I realize whenever I drop my guard and let my hair down (what hair I have left), the Funny Meter plumments to absolute zero.

Hey, it’s not easy being introspective…and funny at the same time.  Like juggling hamsters and chain saws!

And so it goes.  Now you know the truth.  The real truth about my attitude.  Now please, if you don’t mind, I need to think about Giselle riding a unicorn under a rainbow.  Giddeup!