I don’t like being labeled.
All my life I have been able to shuck & jive my way out of being labeled as a nerd, geek, suck-up, dweeb and idiot.
(OK maybe “idiot” is still up in the air, but I’m trying.)
It’s this current label I just can’t escape.
Call me a gimp, cripple, handicapped or physically-challenged and I’ll answer yes, yes, yes and yes. Begrudgingly.
MS has labeled me in every aspect.
Fron the canes I walk with…to the chair I roll with.
Fron the Dyna-Splint brace (fancy name for a medieval torture device!) I strap to my leg before I sleep…to the parking placard I hang from the mirror when I park.
I was happy to be designated as a “legal-gimp” by Social Security…and yet I bummed by my “occupation” listed on the tax forms.
I get agitated by MSers who say “I have MS, but it doesn’t have me.”
Not sure what Jim Jones punch they’re drinking, but I got a tall, cool glass of reality for them to taste. Because MS seems to have me by the you-know-whats, and it doesn’t appear it will let me out of its wrath any time soon.
I’m a fairly positive guy, but this label is just too clingy for my liking….
…In other words, being labeled with MS really…..
Yeah, like what he said!
We interrupt this wah-wah, belly aching to say it is obvious My Odd Socky is having a boo-boo day.
Lighten up Shirley because it could always be worse. Grab yourself by the elastic & pull your tube up to mid-calf level and get on with it!
Yeah, I was going nowhere fast. Sorry you had to read my ranting. Just sometimes you have to let it out.
Being labeled as something is stifling enough.
Being labeled with MS can be downright suffocating.
Breathe deep my friend.