Body Language

Sometimes I feel like I should wear a name tag: My name is Kitty I have Fibromyalgia, it makes me forget. And then I won't need to explain to people when it takes me a moment to find the information or when I have to ask them to repeat the question or ask what we were talking about. And theres this overwhelming sense of learning what my body is trying to tell me with its creaks and groans of pain, how to move with my back up right when all I want to do is bed over and rub its base or roll my shoulders around at work when I would rather lie on a heatpad.

However much my body hurts my mind hurts me more. I hate forgetting and searching through closed boxes in my mind to find things. I hate that focusing on things makes me ache all over sometimes. It was my mind that led me to leave my much loved dream of interpreting. I don't know if I want to use the words I will never be an interpreter but right now thats how it looks. It made me sad to lay it down but I can't concentrate on all the complicated techniques and things, also I can't go into a profession just to end up letting clients down when I can't remember what was just said. My goal in the end was to work in the school system with Deaf and Hard of Hearing (hh) childern. This is still my goal and I'm going to persue it by becoming an Educational Assistant (EA). I can still work with Deaf and hh kids as wells a whole range of other children who use ASL (non communitive children, children who are a little slow, etc) The program doesnt start till september so right now its a waiting game but I will be voluntering at a school with deaf and hh kids to pass my time and help show experience. Its given me time to work on my crochet for christmas at least.

I dont really now how to sign this one off, there were other things I wanted to blog about however I can't remember....oh well

Always
~Kitty