Not in so many words, I guess, but it was alluded to. When I was 26 or 27, my doctor looked at me so cold and said, "if you're going to have any babies you better hurry up and do it now because before too long you're not going to be able to." Well then, let me kick start my maternal instinct and get this family started, umm, not. I didn't have the most familial upbringing as it was, and so that instinctive bonding just didn't seem as inherent within me as it did with most other women I knew. Frankly I blame most of it on societal conditioning and the media at large, but I'm quite sensitized to that anyway, but I won't make this about all that right now. What I will make it about is what my doctors set me up for, solitude. Granted, I have free will, the ability to make the ultimate choices about my life, but when you're made to feel fear about who you are and what you are to become, rationale doesn't play into your decision making, fear co
Some days it's just the pain. Today, if it weren't for the pins and needles rushing through my finger and toes, I wonder if I would know I was even awake. Some days you just feel empty, drained, completely nonexistent. I have no idea why. I just know it when it happens. Last night, the arthritis in my toes kept me awake until almost 2 am. I work at seven. You can imagine the amount of sleep I have had. At some point, you have to medicate yourself just to go to bed. Which makes it worse when you try to get up and become the functional person you are required to be for the day. Go to work, go through the motions of a capable human being, doing your job the correct way, not wanting to put your head down at your work station, and just give in to it all. It's the hardest thing I do some days. Not giving in. Your skin is the largest organ of the human body. And ours, as scleroderma patients, hates us. It attacks us at every turn. People laugh when they come to my