"My boyfriend's back and I am in trouble." ~Debbie's Song Parody
I remember way back in Junior High, (now Middle School), the prestige of being given a boy's ID bracelet to wear. His name on your wrist was a badge of honor, tween envy of having a boyfriend...going steady.
A dramatic SPS episode last week was a brutal reminder of how precarious and unpredictable an episode assault can be. Syndrome rarity makes emergency treatment a danger for me if I am unable to communicate.
The rest of my summer is anticipated visits with my mother, family, children, and grandchildren. Some of the visits require me traveling to parts unfamiliar with SPS.
SPS is a boorish bully following me through my life, unfortunately my steady Freddie (Krueger of Nightmare on Elm Street notoriety.) With great reluctance, I yielded to wearing his ID bracelet...an unattractive silver Medic Alert tag with black lettering. Nothing in the jewelry selections for the fashion diva in me so I went for the Scrooge frugality of cheapest.
Now I am 'tagged' from the healthy herd. A loose annoyance on my right wrist, I have an impressive display of engraving for all my ails with a case number and an 800 number to call for my lengthy info.
If I add anymore to my list, I will need the WWF Championship belt buckle to contain the engraving!
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