The joke in my house was that I had MS before I was diagnosed. It stood for (Boss's first name starting with an M) Syndrome. I couldn't deal with my second, and real MS until I got rid of the first MS. And today was my first day with her GONE!
So I outed myself to the remaining department members. I must say I was underwhelmed with their concern. Both knew other people with MS and pooh poohed my diagnosis with a kind of "Oh you'll be fine" kind of attitude. Which is another reason I waited before I outted myself to everyone. I needed to grieve and really wallow in the seriousness of the diagnosis before I could hope for the best.
People mean well, but boy can they come across as insensitive!
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I carry a tray of unwashed crystal glasses precariously
Through traffic.
The errand is unclear.
While trying to cross the street
Safely,
A car casually careens by,
Upsetting the tray and me.
The tumblers tumble, the glass
Crinkles, tinkles and falls; I cry out!
Bending to view the damage, I see
Quite clearly, the glass remains whole.
Reaching to reclaim the crystal;
I touch the first, second and the rest.
They crumble at the touch of fingertips.
My mind fogs
I fall, tumbling, and spill onto the concrete.
A soiled crystal pierces me, bloodlessly.
A funny thing happened to me on my way to back surgery:
I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. Join me as I figure out what this means.
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Pedestrian Crossing
I carry a tray of unwashed crystal glasses precariously
Through traffic.
The errand is unclear.
While trying to cross the street
Safely,
A car casually careens by,
Upsetting the tray and me.
The tumblers tumble, the glass
Crinkles, tinkles and falls; I cry out!
Bending to view the damage, I see
Quite clearly, the glass remains whole.
Reaching to reclaim the crystal;
I touch the first, second and the rest.
They crumble at the touch of fingertips.
My mind fogs
I fall, tumbling, and spill onto the concrete.
A soiled crystal pierces me, bloodlessly.
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2 comments:
Yeah. I've had some similar experiencs, and I react so differently each time. I hate it when people tell em stories about all those they know who died of breast cancer. I guess they just don't realize how SCARED you really are... it's something you can never imagine until you are there yourself, no matter how compassionate or imaginitive of a person you are.
Exactly. I do try to remember that a lot of people are clueless, but usually mean well. But it is tiresome. One of the people I talked to today digressed in the middle of my conversation to tell me what pain she was in because she had just had two moles removed by the dermatologist.
Really.
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