Who Am I? Or, The One Where I Link A Bunch Of Other Awesome Posts...

I'm not special.  I'm just a regular(ish) person.  I have a family; I have two awesome (most of the time) kids.  They push me to be my best when I don't wanna.  I have a wonderful PATIENT husband.  He puts up with my mouth, my attitude.  My swearing.  Oh, GAWD, the swearing. I put up with his gassy ass.  It works.

But seriously, I have met some cool ass motherfuckers on these here interwebs.  Some have health problems like me, some don't.  We all seem to struggle, and find ways to make fun of those struggles.  Which is why I blog.  Because I'm sick of struggling, alone.  I mean, I have great support, THE BEST, really.  But it's not quite the same as someone who struggles the same way.

Some people like to mull things over, work it out internally, keep it in, pretend it isn't there.  I am NOT that kind of person.  I'm fine with them---to each their own when it comes to how we deal with the shit hands we are dealt.  But I need to connect.

Sometimes it's the shit that makes you the maddest, that inspires you.  Lyme disease inspired me.  It inspired me to put myself out there.  All of it---the ugliness, the trials and tribs, the irritation, the depression, the pain, the hurt, the confusion.  ALL of it.

 I have always been a big talker.  And I love attention.  Like a whore that is too chatty.

But, I have a penchant for "putting it all out there---" no matter what "IT" is.  And, I don't care.

That's not true---I do care.  I care enough to share.  HAHA!

Everyone in RL jokes with me---"this is going on Facebook, right?"  or, "please don't blog this".  Why do I do it?

Because I can't stand the thought of others out there, suffering, with no one that understands to catch them when they fall.  They have to endure, day in and day out, without someone to drive them places, remind them to take their meds, keep them from doing too much.

Wanna stalk me?  There's always room for more stalker.  I openly encourage creepiness-your weird habits? Safe here.

Options:

• Follow me on Facebook--all my blog posts are linked, plus extra bonus material and bloopers. https://www.facebook.com/fearlessfibrowarrior.  You can even share your favorite post with others, who also like to snarf coffee out their noses onto their work keyboard instead of actually working.
• I tweet!  Totes down with the Twitters.  Once again, full of the blog, and occasional intelligent snippets from my life.  Compelling, I assure you. https://twitter.com/FearlessFibro
• What else?  Oh.  You could become a regular stalker, by following me directly.  See that thing over there, on the right, where it says,  "Join this site"?  Go there.  Sign in.  There are 46 wonderful people waiting for new friends.
• Join Disqus.  It's amazing, and you get to comment your way through all the amazing blogs there are out there.  Mine, first, please.  Then others.  We attention whores drop EVERYTHING when we get a comment.  Even a mean one----we are desperate, not discriminating.

That's enough pandering/begging/whining for the day.  Now, go read some more amazing blogs!  I follow a ton, myself----check out my list. (It's somewhere here, I can't remember, and I'm too lazy to look right now.)