Izalude
02-10-2008, 10:30 PM
Today was my birthday.
None of my friends, family, or coworkers called me today. The best I got was a call from an ex-girlfriend from seven years ago, and a few IMs from friends that play GS.
I did nothing exciting this weekend. I stayed inside and watched Band of Brothers, and worked on some music for a project I was hired to compose for. I even cleaned up the apartment a little bit.
When my friends, coworkers, and family look at me, sometimes I get this strange feeling that I don't think they see a person. I think they see a disease. I've been fighting Multiple Sclerosis for a few years now, and have been relatively healthy, save for a few complications here and there... Well, these past two weeks have been brutal... I was in and out of the hospital. I'd say by Thursday last week, I crested the hill, and started feeling (somewhat) normal again.
For the most part, I'm alone in this private war. Not because my friends or family don't support me, but because I choose for it to be this way. My father has lieukemia, and there's been quite a few ups and downs in his health. I'd rather have them not have to worry about me. When they ask about how I've been holding up, I just smile and say that everything is fine.
No matter how I try to look at this, I have to ask myself... Was this my own doing?
None of my friends, family, or coworkers called me today. The best I got was a call from an ex-girlfriend from seven years ago, and a few IMs from friends that play GS.
I did nothing exciting this weekend. I stayed inside and watched Band of Brothers, and worked on some music for a project I was hired to compose for. I even cleaned up the apartment a little bit.
When my friends, coworkers, and family look at me, sometimes I get this strange feeling that I don't think they see a person. I think they see a disease. I've been fighting Multiple Sclerosis for a few years now, and have been relatively healthy, save for a few complications here and there... Well, these past two weeks have been brutal... I was in and out of the hospital. I'd say by Thursday last week, I crested the hill, and started feeling (somewhat) normal again.
For the most part, I'm alone in this private war. Not because my friends or family don't support me, but because I choose for it to be this way. My father has lieukemia, and there's been quite a few ups and downs in his health. I'd rather have them not have to worry about me. When they ask about how I've been holding up, I just smile and say that everything is fine.
No matter how I try to look at this, I have to ask myself... Was this my own doing?