Talk about having writer’s block lately. You would think with all the different areas of medicine, there would be plenty to write about. I want to be able to reach people on all ends of chronic pain and chronic illness. But I sit down to write and words come but its all jumbled up in my head, hence the early Dear Diary. I need to get this off my chest so that hopefully I can start writing again. I know its very natural for people to go through this, especially when you write every day like I do. I am bound to get tied up and not be able to think words through. Now I’m going to ask you, what is that you want to read about? What is it that you want to hear about that would interest you, if you are someone who sufferers from chronic pain or chronic illness? There is more out there, I just need help finding it right now.
Part time job.
Other news, I have been super busy with this part-time job. I never really went into it before but I have the great pleasure of being able to help girls play volleyball by refereeing volleyball games for freshman and sophomores in high schools in Colorado. I’m doing about 4 games a week right now. I figure since I can’t play anymore, that I can help other girls enjoy something that I got lots of enjoyment out of in high school. Over this past weekend, I refereed 4 games in a tournament and it just brought a smile to my fave seeing the girls enjoy themselves so much. I never thought I would be adding this to my resume but I’m sure happy that I am. This should keep me busy for about another month or so then I’ll look to clubs to see if they need referees.
Its kind of funny that I’m doing this considering that my father refereed high school/college/semi pro football for years. I always thought it was so cool that my dad was out on the field with all those boys making those big calls. It was so heartbreaking for him when it was over with because of the MS. I’m so hoping that I can do this for years and make him proud of me.
I remember this one time I was with my dad at a game, I was about 6 or 7 years old. Dad made a call on the field and I was sitting with the team that he made the call against. The whole side was yelling at my dad saying that it was a bad call and that he needed glasses and so on, It all of a sudden got quiet and here I stand up and yell “you all be quiet that’s my daddy you are yelling at”. Not a single sound was made on that side of the field for a minute or two and then everyone cheered. Not one more bad word was said for the rest of the game. Luckily for me, that side won the game and at the end of the game, all these high schoolers where high-fiving me and telling me that I was cool. I remember this like it was yesterday. Watching dad on the field was our Friday night. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Watching someone you love change so drastically because of a chronic illness, has been so hard. My dad was always running and staying in shape, especially during the football season. Then to watch it all change, in what seems like overnight, was horrible. I know that he misses it so much and loved that time on the field. No on can take that from him. I’ve written about MS and how hard it has been on him in this blog. It has been not just difficult for him but for all of us that love dad so very much. Anyone knows anything about MS, knows that it takes your life and changes it 180 degrees and you have no choice but to go with it. Dad’s days of refereeing might be over, but I have the memories of him in his uniform standing proudly on the field, making those calls and looking handsome as ever because that’s my daddy.
Until next time………