I don’t have a disability. If I sleep on my stomach (with two pillows) or on my back, I need help rolling onto my side because I’m in too much pain. I don’t have a disability? If I stand for longer than 15 minutes, I feel dizzy and my back starts to hurt. If I … Continue reading
Forgive me, Father, for I have synonymed. Oh, wait, I’m not Catholic or Anglican (both traditions have the sacrament of Confession), I’m Jewish. So, that sort of confession isn’t appropriate. Yet, confession is an appropriate term for where I’m at with being a spoonie. The evidence is there in report cards and in what has … Continue reading
