Day Six: Finish this sentence: I write about my health condition because.....
......I can.
Even if I'm flat in bed, I can still plop my laptop on my belly and peck away at the keyboard. I can read and cut and paste and cite and link to my heart's content. Sure beats twiddling my thumbs in boredom waiting for my energy batteries to recharge.
My vocal cords don't produce the same voice that they used to since Sjogren's syndrome arrived and it's dryness definitely added a seriously croak-y quality. I can't sing in our church choir or even carry on long conversations anymore without my voice dropping off to a hoarse whisper. But my virtual voice is completely unchanged. I can blab and ramble and occasionally make no sense whatsoever in what I'm trying to say. Just like I always have.
Woo! Thanks to the written word, life goes on.
1 comment:
Well, who wants to hear me talk about it all the time? Writing can be hidden away, offered when appropriate and is such good therapy.
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