Probably the best and worst thing about having a job writing is that there are so few… constraints. Time constraints, as in when I should show up to the office. Outfit constraints, because who cares what I wear? The only constraint I’m really up against is what I want to and am able to do… but sometimes ability – thanks autoimmune disorder! – is where it falls apart.
After being lectured by my endocrinologist about “you don’t complain enough,” I’m trying to be more… open about bad days, about the times I want to lie on the floor and weep. I wasn’t raised with floor weeping being an… acceptable attitude? So, I don’t do it, I often don’t often even take a painkiller, I just grit my teeth and bear it. Which is, quite frankly, imbecilic. For goodness sake, let’s take chemistry up on its promise to provide better living, no?
better living through…
Science is a magic word:
The Latin ‘scire” means “know.”
Knowledge is a magic that
with work and time will grow.
Science sits with ‘s’ and ‘c’
In words like ‘sick’ and ‘sad,’
And cures the symptoms of a cold
Before it gets too bad.
Shout-out to science, ‘specially
the science of the cell.
Shout-out to skill in germ-defense,
And here’s to getting well.