Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words will never hurt me.  Ok, they may hurt a little!

It has been a rough few weeks for me.  But I should just start by saying this.  Mean people SUCK!  Seriously.  I am not usually one to let things other people say bother me but 2 things this week have been just eating at me. No pun intended.

Last week I posted my run, yes I'm calling it a run.  Because I can and because I ran dammit!  Anyways.  I log my runs on a website that tracks my miles and other things and I love that I can look back and see how I did compared to previous times.  Well, you know what sucks.  When someone feels the need to tell me that I might want to call it a walk, because if it was a run, I would have gone farther in that amount of time.  At first I was thinking "Am I reading this right?"  Seriously?  At first I brushed it off.  But that night I went to bed thinking, maybe they were just trying to help.  See. that's what I do.  I find the good in even the meanest people.  I hate that I let it get to me. But it did.  Yes, I know I am not a "runner"  Even the best of the best had to start somewhere right?  I'm not the fastest and I don't run 12 miles at a time.  But that doesn't stop my from trying.  The other day I made it over 3 miles and was on top of the world.  Not only because I made it to that mark, but because I did it with no pain. Usually by the time I hit one mile, my ankles are swollen and I get that ache in my abdomen that reminds me that my liver is twice its normal size.  Its not easy for me.  It hurts and it wears me down, but again, I don't let that stop me.  Reading that did hurt though.

Fast forward to last weekend.  We had gone to Petsmart adoption event as we do just about every Saturday.  We have been going for almost 2 years now.  Its where we fell in love with the Great Dane breed.  Its where we we adopted Poncho from and where we were go to look for that "maybe" 3rd dog.  Well, one thing you learn right off the back is that most white are deaf, blind or both.  One of the volunteers there was a young boy was handling this beautiful guy who was both.  And when I went to give the dog some love, the kid says "He may be blind and deaf, but he sure can smell that you are pregnant!"  SMACK!  Like a knife to the gut.  An apparently large gut!  That pretty much set my attitude for the day.  I even was feeling super motherly and brought home a foster dog.  But still.  Do people not teach their kids to think before they talk?  I didn't even know what to say so I just walked away.

I'm telling myself to brush it off.  But its still bugging me.  I feel like I have to wear a shirt that says, I'm not pregnant, its water retention caused by my failing liver.  I've been on the transplant for 3 years now.  And most days I feel OK, but on the days I don't feel all that great, there are still things to do and I can't just hide my puffy self in the house all day.

I am thankful to have surrounded myself by lots of encouraging and kind people.  Friends who can help me push myself and only cheer me on.  If you got something negative, you can take your butt somewhere else, cause its not wanted around here!

What a mess.  I know.  Anyone else have someone try and tear them down?  Or get the "how many months" question?  Some people are so insensitive. -End rant!!