The strong, brave people at the Daily Post group of Word Press chose the word “Cowardice” to have us base our works of art on for the day.
Am a Chicken, Basically
Pain sends my running at the first twinges. If I am the one in control of the pain, I can tolerate it much better! That is why I cut out the plantar wart from my toe myself to avoid having to go to our evil doctor! Reset my ring finger on one of my hands for the same reason.
Have no fear of blood, so that is never a problem for me. Probably a good thing since I end up with various injuries I cause myself by doing stupid things! Running over my own toes with my wheelchair tends to hurt and cause my foot to start bleeding on my right foot. Still haven’t figured out why that foot’s toes are so sensitive to the slightest pressure. Why it causes me to bleed uncontrollably is beyond me!
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Blood and cat vomit do not make me ill. They just make me work to get them cleaned up before my husband sees them (or he will throw up, too)!
Please Help Fight Evil Disease
The medicine my neurologist prescribed for me to treat my multiple sclerosis is called Tysabri. Trying to find the actual cost on the internet is basically nearly impossible. I remember when I first started on the drug the amount the facility tried charging me was well over $2500. There was no way my husband and I could afford that then or every 28 days! Biogen (the company that manufactures the drug) has been helping us with some of the cost of the drug, but will not continue helping indefinitely.
My favorite costume in high school was because it had the tenancy to make one of my least favorite teachers literally sick to her stomach! Come on, vampires are supposed to have blood dripping from their mouths, aren’t they?
Yeah, so some of it was actually real from the stitches that came out after having my wisdom teeth removed. Still needed to go get a drink of water to wash the real blood out of my mouth! It’s not my fault she had a weak stomach, after all.
Played on that weakness as long as she remained teaching at our high school (which wasn’t too many more years, thank God!). She literally resulted to relying on the incorrect examples from the text books, even when I proved to her their inaccuracies! Got to the point, that I had to have another math teacher confirm I was right by restating the proofs I had given her repeatedly. Talk about having a slow thinking process for a high school teacher!
Just liked wearing the cape while I marched in the kid’s parade during school down the main street of the little town. Being the drum major has some perks after all! At least I didn’t trip over the rail road tracks in any of the Halloween parades. That was during my last parade at the city’s annual Coal Festival. Ended up not even getting out of step in my marching!
Halloween was a fun time growing up in a town full of drunks. Carrying the lighted glow sticks didn’t necessarily keep you from being ran in to or ran over where I grew up. Too many of my classmates would come to school after Halloween with unexplained bruising all over their bodies where a drunken person had used them for a punching bag.
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