There is really no giving in to this disease and hoping you feel better....

Nope, rocking in the rocking chair watching HGTV makes no difference to working like a dog in 90 degree heat cleaning out a chicken coop. Actually the latter makes one feel temporarily better when one re-enters the air conditioned comfort of the home and plops in the rocking chair to watch HGTV....until the realization hits that one is in pain from all the work.

You are d@mned if you do and d@amned if you don't.

Sit, stand, lie down....nothing makes a difference. Pills make ya sick, as in dopey, mopey, dizzy, whizzy, pukey.


Pfffff.....this disease stinks and it gets little press.

I could think of a dozen other conditions I would rather have, some with their own special colors! If PN had a color it would be....gray....plain old cr@ppy gray. I could pin a gray or grey ribbon to my lapel and say this is what I feel like with this disease. (Not that gray can't be stylish....it just isn't inspiring)

I gotta go and find some trouble to get into to make me forget my color is gray.