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Merry Christmas, friends!


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Merry Christmas, friends!

“How are you?” she asked out of politeness, not really wanting to hear how I am. It’s easy to tell when someone really isn’t interested. It happens more often than I’d like.
Don’t ask me how I am if you don’t want to hear that I’m having a bad day. I would listen to you.
Don’t ask me how I am if you don’t want to hear that my mobility issues are getting worse. I would listen to you.
Don’t ask me how I am if you don’t have time to hear the answer. I would make time for you.
Don’t ask me how I am if you don’t want to hear the truth, because the truth is all that I have. I would hope you would tell me the truth about how you’re doing.
Don’t ask me how I am if all you’re going to do is suggest remedies or special exercises because trust me, I have tried them all. I’m sure you would have tried them all too, if you were in the same boat as me.
From now on when someone asks me how I am, the answer will be, “I’m fine.” Because they don’t want to know how I really am. I’m tired of being pushed to move, or to do this or that. I just happen to know my situation better than anyone else so I don’t need “friendly advice” about how I should live my life, well-meaning or not.