I have to come clean. I’ve been living with a secret for such a long time. I have to get it off my chest …. I’m not a phone person. There it is, out in the open. I’ve said it. I think back to my high school days sitting on the floor of my parents dinning room chatting away for hours (or as long as dad would allow) and the thought terrifies me.
It’s not that I’m an antisocial person. I love catching up with friends and living so far away from many means a phone call is sometimes the best way to keep in touch. The problem is, I don’t have the energy for phone calls. I’m not trying to sound snobbish or self-important here but the truth is phone calls exhaust me.
Living in chronic pain is tiring. No, tiring is not the right word. Exhausting doesn’t even…
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