I Was Dressed in White

Let me tell you a little story about doctors and Murphy's Law.

It was the summer of 1978. I have now been diagnosed for a little over six months with Addison's Disease. Life was just starting to get a little easier as my medication was being adjusted. Though I was far from "normal," I could at least function once again.

After numerous doctor visits, I had been told I would never have my period again nor be able to get pregnant. Personally, I liked the sound of this and considered it good news. My husband and I had already decided our family was complete and what woman wouldn't mind being rid of her period.

Well, like I said, it was summer and our neighbors had invited us over for a cookout. I was feeling pretty good that day so I thought I would take a chance and go. Besides, they lived just next door and if I got to feeling bad I could just go home. My weight was back down to 110 pounds and I was able once again to wear all my clothes. Since I would not be caught dead in shorts, I decided to wear my favorite white jeans and shirt. If the truth were to be told, it was really out of the goodness of my heart that I wouldn't wear shorts. The glare from my legs could easily blind you if were not wearing sunglasses.

So, confident in how I looked and felt, I headed to the neighbors for the cookout. We were all sitting outside in the backyard enjoying the party. I was doing pretty good. It was nice to be out and enjoying myself once again. It was a little hot and I was starting to sweat but since the chair I was sitting in was metal, I was sure that was why. I was now sweating so much, I felt wet... everywhere... if you get my meaning.

As the day turned to evening and the temperature began to cool, there was still no letting up. I was still sweating. At this point I got up to go to the bathroom and you guessed it. I had started my period in those white jeans and it was everywhere.

So, lol, it only goes to show you when a doctor makes a mistake, he's going to make sure you are affected by it at the most inopportune time for you.

Postscript...
I don't know how many doctors have puzzled over this... I have watched them scratch their chins in bewilderment... and not just one either. In fact, I was told it was brought up at a medical convention and it caused all of them to scratch their chins. LOL... But, I don't have to scratch my chin because I know what it is.

It's a JO thing!

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Andrew Lloyd Webber and T.S. Eliot. I felt this song was a perfect selection
for this site because of the affiliation I feel with Grizabella. Although for her,
it was age and not health issues that changed her, neither of us are who we
were before, on the outside, and it can affect how we feel on the inside.

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