There are days I want to out an out-of-order sign on my body and just melt into the floor, or the bed or some other place.
In the cartoons, when a steamroller runs over a character, it makes the individual paper-thin and alms of as light as air. Interestingly the steamroller only stretches the person into a taller form of his/her self. I’m pretty sure in real life that same steamroller would make me go splat, and spread out in all directions.
I don’t live in a cartoon, but I do live with lupus. This means that it only feels as if a steamroller drove over me, then reversed over me for good measure. 😳 Living with lupus also means that there are days that my body or brain is out-of-order. Okay not really out-of-order, it just seems that way.
There is another sign I’d like to have to hang, this one would read “do not disturb”. This would be my magic weapon! Never mine a magic wand, or a tank. I’d much sooner have this sign, ask I could pull it out when lupus comes around. I’d wave it and lupus would have to follow the directions. Lupus would have to obey the sign and leave me alone! 😉
I guess that, though, is a bit like the steamroller in the cartoons!😊 I figure that they’d balance out in that world, but in this world, the one I live in, the only balancing is the daily act of living without lupus running my life.