I know how bad the day will be when I wake up. If I wake up sore, I know it’ll be a bad day; if I wake up with no spams or soreness, I can hope for a good day.
Almost like telling the weather, except I can measure pain instead of temperature.
The spasms can come at any time though. I can feel them even now knotting my muscles together, turning my shoulders into rocks. Even sitting my joints throb.
It’s almost possible to get comfortable. Most days, though, I’m good at ignoring it. I’ve become really good at ignoring things that are bothersome. Except people.
Today, someone at work was walking behind me. They said something that sounded like “Pigeon toed…” I turend around and asked them to repeat themselves.
“Why are you walking like that?” He asked. “You crippled or something?” He laughed, jokingly.
“Actually, yes.” I said. “I am.”
I left him to contemplate what I had said on his own.