Today I took my little mini oxygen out with me for the first time in public. It brings about a feeling of relief and anxiety. The relief comes from the fact that passerbys see that I am really sick as opposed to the anorexic thoughts that I know float through peoples heads when they see me, or the snide looks I get when I park in a handicapped spot - well trust me those stop when a 27 year old steps out of a car with oxygen on. All of that equals a lot of relief in what other people think. Why should I care? Who knows but I guess I do. There is some anxiety that comes along with it because EVERYONE looks! It's like you know that old saying: take a picture it lasts longer!
Well this is the start of me and my new buddy...
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