I guess b/c I'm crazy, people tell me some crazy sh*#!

I know, I know, because I'm crazy, craziness is attracted to me like a moth to a flame.

I really love the things that people decide are okay to say out loud to me. I got WAY used to this when a married a funny last name. One of these days I may lose my cool and strangle the next person who thinks they are telling me the most clever comment about my name that I have never heard before.

Yeah, right. They could out run me anyway. Hell, they could gayly saunter and I would barely have a chance of catching them.

Oh but here is one of the best comments I have heard to date about my "condition". A woman told me, just the other day, I was too pretty to have all of these health problems.

Too pretty? Is that how this stuff is assigned? Because if it is we need to do some SERIOUS restructuring.

I guess I didn't realize that my walker has a flashing neon sign that says, "Hey ask me any crap about my condition that pops into your head". Don't get me wrong, I don't mind telling people that I have MS. I know not everyone knows about it or understands it. But maybe they need to think about what they say. Or how they say it.

I wouldn't want my pretty to turn ugly on them.

And yet another person recently told me how much they admired how I "handled everything". How else am I supposed to handle it? Should I throw a pity party? That's an invitation no one wants to get.

Like my momma always said, "you just do whatcha gotta do".

I know that the minute I started walking around with a walker, a pink one no less, that the title of MS poster girl was thrust upon me. America didn't call in and vote. It just happened. And that's fine. I don't have a problem being outspoken. My speech has not been affected. Thank God.

It just that somedays, people throwing all this responsibility on my shoulders sometimes weighs me down. That makes it harder to walk. Then I'm going to start slouching. That won't make me too pretty.

So do you think if I turn ugly I'll be cured? Probably not.

I guess being pretty makes me a better MS poster girl. It makes me more approachable and that makes me a better advocate for MS.

I guess it's good I still have a pretty voice.