A dose of perspective

[cjsmith]

My cat is diabetic. Today my LJ-friend's cat had emergency surgery to remove a foreign object blockage in the small intestine.

My side effects from The Medicine Too Evil To Name included one loss of breakfast, annoying levels of sleep disruption for a month, and the need to eat more fiber. Other people's side effects have included death.

My idiopathic peripheral neuropathy stops me from hiking, biking, square dancing, and running. I just discovered today that my friend's idiopathic peripheral neuropathy has put her on disability for months, has left her on double-canes and in a wheelchair, and makes it an enormous challenge to navigate such things as curbs, doors, and elevators.

I declare a moratorium on me complaining, for a while. I think I'll count a few blessings instead.

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[inflectionpoint.livejournal.com]

It is just as wrong in person.

My partner had leftover chocolate goop (from a chocolate fountain run at a party) and tasty crisp fresh bacon one morning. He did the obvious thing.

I had a bite. I can't say why, but it's wrong. I love chocolate. I love bacon. But... just so very wrong. Perhaps you can try it to enjoy the wrongness?

[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

There are a lot of things I've eaten just to experience the wrongness. Some of them I wound up liking (yellow curry sauce or peanut sauce on French fries); some of them I didn't (cherry Coke). Oddly enough, I always seem to be game to try more. :)