It seems funny that I went out to speak on a panel called “Exposed: When Blogging gets Too Personal”, and I REALLY had to think about whether I wanted to write this post.
Because it seemed too personal.
To admit something that wasn’t anything that my “fault” but STILL kept insanely close to the vest.
There are things I’m allowed to talk about with my handicap that seem “ok”.
Accessibility. Rehab. Family & Relationships.
THIS made me squirm a little.
But, it’s a fact. It’s a part of the life and something not JUST affecting stroke-victims but a lot of different people who may not feel comfortable saying it.
Because of the amount of medication I have to take it causes my skin to think I’m fourteen-years-old and the meds go through my system so my urine smells like I’ve been on a six day gin bender.
Which would be GREAT if I liked gin.
But I don’t.
So it feel more like this.
It’s just accepting another facet of myself that I’m less than pleased about.
It’s knowing that as long as I’m on these medications (which is forever) these are side effects I’ve got to get used to.
It’s realizing that these are small prices to pay to stay alive.