Hi. Welcome to my blog.
Let me introduce myself to you.
I’m cross-grained in a few ways.
I’ve got celiac disease, diagnosed in 2007, so I’m allergic to gluten. That’s allergic in a “sick-like-a-dog” way, not “anaphylactic-shock” way, so, for that, I count myself lucky.
I have multiple sclerosis. I was diagnosed in 2009, but now know my first attack came 17 years before that. For the peaceful time in between the first and second attacks, both of which involved major vision loss– now healed– I also count myself lucky.
I’ve also been around the block a few times, so I can say I am:
- expert at the “resting-bitch-face,” which to me, looks like thinking, not bitching. I prefer to gift my smiles to those circumstances that deserve them
- highly allergic to sparkle ponies, whom, I hope, will someday find the difference between their own elbows and backsides without benefit of post-it notes
- not prone to tears or soft on teariness
- not prone to believe most stories without research
- glad I still can work, since I actually like to work
- endlessly trying to get around my physical limitations by doing unexpected things, as, for instance, NOT sitting in a wheelchair
- able to fix most things that break by myself
- generally happy
What is “crossgreained?”
Perverse; untractable; contrary; difficult to deal with. (eg) “She was none of your crossgrained, termagant, scolding jades.” – John Arbuthnot, 1734.