Friday, October 25, 2013
I may not suffer like the main character who is full of hatred that borders on and sometimes crosses over into violence. However, I do suffer in pain and often silence unable to get treatment or find a cure to the pain I suffer with each day.
Because I am undergoing infertility treatments I have to be extra careful with what medicines that I take. Who knows I might just fall pregnant unexpectedly; as if that would actually happen.
I do have an outlet for my verbal garbage and hostility towards my disabilities. I utilize the blog in which I'm writing this very post. My blog has become my voice to the world since often I have to sensor what I say to others that I speak to face-to-face. Being polite and politically correct really does suck when I am in pain. There are days that I would just love to yell at the person next to me to stop complaining because they are able to have kids, they are able to run or they are just plain able to do things that I can not do. I am not asking them to make exceptions for me but to just stop complaining about the little things in life that they should be thankful for. Next time you have to pick up your child's mess from making a fridge art be thankful that you have that mess in your life as some of us would love to have that mess and that piece of child's art.
I have learned to live with my limitations but I don't have to like the limitation. The limitations don't make who I am, I make who I am.
This post was inspired by The Dinner, a novel by Herman Koch. Two brothers and their wives sit down for a tension filled dinner to discuss a tragedy that can change both families’ lives forever. Join From Left to Write on October 29 as we discuss The Dinner. As a member, I received a copy of the book for review purposes.