I'm Pollyanna

When I started to blog, I felt this urgency to get every little thing written down. I felt like I had something to say. I still feel that way, but the urge to write something other than blog posts is all but consuming me.

Aside from the writing itch, I just feel like my blog has served its purpose, in a way. Either directly, or indirectly, this little blog was the catalyst for quite a few people to start writing (again, or for the first time). For that, I'm really happy.

Maybe it's because I'm starting to feel better. I feel more like a regular person instead of a sick person. God, it's been so long since I was a regular person, I don't think I can remember exactly what that feels like. All I know is that sometimes I can do laundry and cook dinner in the same day. Yes, it's a far cry from what a regular person can do, but it's been forever since I could do that.

Maybe it's because I'm reading more, and I have the urge to see my name on a book cover. Maybe I have experiences to write about, but they're not my stories to tell, so they sit in my brain, creating a traffic jam for stories. It's not writer's block, it's writer's clog.

It's three weeks ago today since I started on the Copaxone. That's 21 injections I've done (with the exception of 4, because I can't do my own arms without an autoject- another story for another day). 21 shots for someone who vowed she would never do it again. Only 344 more shots to go as part of this study.

I can't think about doing this every day for the long term. It's truly overwhelming. I just had a conversation the other day, and we agreed that if we were ever insulin-dependent diabetics, we'd have to have a pump. There are some people who have to inject insulin twice a day. God bless 'em. This sucks.

Since I'm Pollyanna, I refuse to end this post on a downside. So, this: