I often try to be positive in my blog writings. But having a muscle disorder is more
frustrating than you could imagine. I
try to overlook the agitation I feel when something is difficult for me… and
eventually it all just sort of spills out.
Take last week for example.
I finally ordered new pictures to replace the pictures I currently had
in a frame on my wall. The frame is wooden
with slots for 8 pictures, four going horizontally and four vertically. It took me a while to pick out the pictures I wanted to put into the frame, and then had to wait for them to arrive in
the mail. As soon as I received them, I
took the frame off the wall and organized the pictures in the frame so that the
colors and intensity seemed balanced.
That was all fine- took me about five minutes. Getting the frame back on the wall was
another story.
Since I’m not super tall I already have trouble hanging
things. Weakening arm and
shoulder muscles don't help either. I
had to move my desk out of the way to reach where the frame was
hanging. The nails were still in the
wall so I thought I could just figure out how it was hanging and get it back up
there. It was not so easy. I could only get one of the two
nails in the right place while the frame kept sliding down the wall. I was able to catch it several times… until I
didn’t. I could have predicted that was
going to happen.
The frame obviously broke. And I, in turn, had a small breakdown. Because sometimes it just sucks to not be
able to do something so simple as hanging a damn frame on a wall.
I can probably fix the frame with wood glue,
or get a new frame, but I will need to ask someone’s help to hang it up. I just never get used to asking for help with
something that I should be able to do myself.
...Having a muscle disorder is more frustrating than you could imagine.