…well, you would most definitely be wrong.
I am the opposite of a quitter. I am a fighter. If you see me and it looks like I have quit, I have not quit. I have just pushed my body as far as it can go, usually pushing much farther than my body wants to allow. That is not a quitter. I will always try my hardest. I will always try to do a little more. When you see me and I have tears in my eyes. That is not my weakness…that is my fight.
Have you ever had a chemical burn? Imagine that covering your entire body. That is what I feel like 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Now add in feeling like you have been beaten with hammers. Now add in, (if you can imagine) sticks being shoved through your veins. Now add to that inflammation. Sometimes on a really bad pain day you will see me swell to the point that it looks like my skin will bust. Sometimes my toes are purple and swollen like grapes. Or on a very grand occasion you will see an episode of dystonia. Those days are the worst for me.
Sometimes I may seem slow, have a hard time getting the right words out and most likely saying words that do not even belong in the sentence I am saying. I’m not slow and I know what I want to say and do…but my brain just doesn’t produce it the way I intend. Sometimes in my posts here there will be a word that doesn’t belong and you may think, “wow, this girl isn’t very bright”. I am, I just have a condition that makes it come out wrong.
Someday’s I can barely walk. But I push through it and I keep fighting.
I am not a quitter.