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Sunday, February 25th, 2007 09:35 am
Do you ever hear someone pontificating -- preaching -- about something that's fairly new to him and old hat to you? Under what circumstances does it or does it not bug you?

I find I can mostly shrug it off when it's about some kind of technical subject. If I know the speaker is a total fool or severely misinformed, then that's just the way it is, with no need for irritation. But I find I can't shrug it off when it's about living with foot pain or staying fit with a disability. Usually the preacher is not permanently disabled, just temporarily injured in some way, and my GOD the things they think are Big News to someone who's dealt with this for years. Sometimes I think the speaker is trying to be helpful; other times it's pretty clear the speaker is trying to chide me for how I handle things. In the latter case I just want to SLAP the person. My kinder side hopes karma doesn't work, because the appropriate end story to that one is a permanent disability with chronic pain.

Clearly my buttons are getting pushed. I wonder when my foot problems will be so firmly an accepted part of me that I don't even have buttons to push any more. In the meantime, I hope I can mostly avoid that kind of person. I don't want to turn rude and bitter.
Monday, February 26th, 2007 02:35 am (UTC)
In the latter case I just want to SLAP the person.
Go right ahead, if it will make them stop and think!

My kinder side hopes karma doesn't work, because the appropriate end story to that one is a permanent disability with chronic pain.
Your kinder side is much nicer than mine! If karma really works, they'll temporarily get something very debilitating and painful with an unknown cause that they think will never go away; when it does. After a few months it goes away and they're left with a lesson and the why? for the rest of their lives.

I wonder when my foot problems will be so firmly an accepted part of me that I don't even have buttons to push any more.
It hasn't happened for me in two and a half decades, but then you've proven yourself less maladjusted than I.

I don't want to turn rude and bitter.
I can't see that happening at all. You a nice lady!
Monday, February 26th, 2007 03:16 am (UTC)
A two... week... old...? Dear sweet angels of mercy. I'd probably be on the roof with a deer rifle, aiming at anything that didn't look like it was in pain. Does anything make it better, even temporarily?

My non-kinder side says a permanent disability with chronic pain and snotty little healthier-than-thou people preaching at them. For the rest of their lives. ;-)

Thank you. :-)
Monday, February 26th, 2007 07:10 am (UTC)
Making it better: baclofen (muscle relaxant), temazepam (sleeping pill), and dilaudid (pain o'course) cut it down to "I can sleep three or four hours." Without the sleeping pill, the pain is at a tolerable level and I can function, but I'm ridiculously light and sound sensitive.

And I have to teach square dancing to children. The irony isn't lost on me.

I think I love your non-kinder side.

BTW, I've been reading 'kinder' as chocolate-egg-with-a-surprise-in-it since I started reading this thread. That's kin-der, not kind-er. I keep grinning at my own silliness. :)
Tuesday, February 27th, 2007 11:53 pm (UTC)
Ouch, ouch, ouch. I sure hope you can break the cycle soon... ideally before your next square dance class!

Mmm, kinder eggs! :-)