Okay, well, it sounded like a cool title.
Today is International Purple Day… a day to raise awareness of Epilepsy world wide. It was started in 2008 by a nine year old girl in Nova Scotia. SHE is an inspiration…
Last night, I went to the Round Rock City Council Meeting to accept the Proclamation of Purple Day in Round Rock Texas. It meant a lot to me and I really don’t know why… other than this town actually took the time to respond to my email campaign and to reach out to its citizens…. it mattered.
Before the meeting, the Mayor came and introduced himself to me. I’m impressed by our mayor. He has a good handshake… not the I’M A MAN WINCE BEFORE ME kind of handshake that I have come to fear (heck, I fear a lot of handshakes… but those are the worst on my knuckles)… not the oh… you are a girl… I will be weak and patronizing kind… those are easier on the knuckles but not on the self esteem…. he had a gentle warm and welcoming hand shake.
And purple tie! It made me smile.
This morning I got an email from the news paper wanting to do an interview (okay… it is a weekly paper with a limited distribution, but it IS a newspaper… and it will help get the word out). I know there will be a photographer and the reporter. Okay, the reporter is female, which means the hand shake will be less intense. Not sure about the photographer.
I pride myself on my handshake. I refuse to wince. I refuse to have a wimpy handshake. I know that I base a lot on the way someone shakes hands and I figure other people do too.
SO today, I am bowing to the patron saint of naproxen sodium. I don’t hurt badly enough to take the anti inflamitories (even though my knuckles probably could use the help… something is up with some extra stiffness and extra achey-ness… ). I think the little blue pills (not the tiny blue pills… the ones in the stomach yukky isle… those are for other purposes…. grin) but the little bright blue pills that make the hand shakes magically not so bad.
This is important.
As much as RA matters to me because it is personal and it is mine and I’m trying to live with it and embrace what I can do and what I can affect… Epilepsy matters more because she is my kid and it matters.
Happy Purple Day.