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Bit · 12-01-2009, 08:18 AM

Wildcat, you didn't shut the thread down *puzzled look* I dunno why you would think that. Adele answered you in post #38 and I answered a couple posts later, and then the convo continued until we came to a natural stopping place.

Adele, congrats on being our Ambassador!

Yesterday I came SMACK up against my limits again. I walked to the bank and then from there to the grocery store... and by the time I got to the store I was sick as a dog from the pain. *sigh* I recovered kinda slowly (at one point I just had to lean on the grocery cart and wait to get my breath back), and was feeling much better by the time I got to the cash register--looked up and saw the sign advertising for a customer service clerk.

I actually considered it for a couple seconds.... and then I realized that if I couldn't even walk half a mile without getting sick from the pain, I could never work on my feet for even two hours, let alone eight.

This is what I hate about being disabled, that even when I feel relatively better, I must ALWAYS allow for the pain.

12-01-2009, 08:18 AM	#48
Bit Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Stonefemme Relationship Status: married to Gryph Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Wichita, KS Posts: 2,177 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,126 Thanked 3,770 Times in 1,264 Posts Rep Power: 10778870	Wildcat, you didn't shut the thread down puzzled look I dunno why you would think that. Adele answered you in post #38 and I answered a couple posts later, and then the convo continued until we came to a natural stopping place. Adele, congrats on being our Ambassador! Yesterday I came SMACK up against my limits again. I walked to the bank and then from there to the grocery store... and by the time I got to the store I was sick as a dog from the pain. sigh I recovered kinda slowly (at one point I just had to lean on the grocery cart and wait to get my breath back), and was feeling much better by the time I got to the cash register--looked up and saw the sign advertising for a customer service clerk. I actually considered it for a couple seconds.... and then I realized that if I couldn't even walk half a mile without getting sick from the pain, I could never work on my feet for even two hours, let alone eight. This is what I hate about being disabled, that even when I feel relatively better, I must ALWAYS allow for the pain.