Risby, sorry to hear that they rearranged the whole store! That must have really stunk. Sometimes I think stores do that on purpose just to confuse us all.

Oh, don't get me wrong guys, I usually do look on the bright side. More and more with work stress it affects me. When I wasn't working, I was terribly bored but did a lot better. I had time to do things at my own pace. The pocketbook doesn't mind working, but boy, I think my body does. And I'm nowhere near disability eligible. Part of the problem may be, too, that I haven't had a block of time off since early October last year.

Today, my legs actually can move. They're heavy but not feeling as if I need cranes. So that's a good thing.

Sometimes ya just get tired of bouncing the trampoline of ups and downs. Some of you have been doing this a whole lot longer than I have. Maybe one day I'll get used to it too. After 5 years, I'm still not used to it.

Gonna go soak my ******offness with a glass of milk and a PB&J sandwich. Somehow that always seems to improve my outlook on life.

Working does add a HUGE burden to this disease, no doubt about it!! We all seem to try to milk that, till we just can't any more . . . then sometimes to p/t till that is too much too.

I don't mean to belittle the hard times that everyone goes through either. It's during the "adjustment" periods that I struggled the most, but I just happen to be in position right now where I am not making adjustments, and nothing critical is going on. I'll take it . . . for as long as it lasts.

Cherie

I get POed off and on; sometimes majorly mad and other times just a quick mental scream over something annoying like trying to tie my shoes with a tremor.

I think what really ticks me off the most is that I no longer can be Normal. I have to accept this "new normal" and never got any say over it at all. I never asked for this and I didn't get to make a concious choice over any of it. That really PO's me more than anything.

Well, that and nobody seeing me as me. I am no longer sen as Jane, the girl with long hair or a loud mouth, smart cookie etc. Now they instead see me as Jane, the girl with braces & crutches/chair, whoscrews up words, stumbles, has a "problem"

How many times can you say the F word..