It's a dreary day here in NY. Day 2 visiting Headacheville...it's not a large town. Sometimes I bump into someone I know at the local Cafe'. Occasionally I make plans to meet friends at the park for a picnic. There are only a few who have a perminant residence here. Most of us visit out of desperation to meet others like myself. It's not a relaxing vacation. Its hard work. It forces us to reflect on our lives at home... our friends, family, our future's. At home its difficult to see the big picture. At home we try to be who our friends and family want us to be.... not to "be".."look".. or "act" sick. Chronic illness is always on top of the list... its demands the #1 spot. We may choose to start our lives at #2... but #1 is always there. It's like those silly comercials with the people walking around with an umbrella looming overhead. But ours aren't umbrellas. I dont't "look" sick..handicaped.. or like I have a chronic illness..or should I say.. "many" chronic illness'. I get the dirty looks when I park in handicap... or when I take a wheelchair through the airport. What does handicaped look like? I would really like to know. Is there an image I can find that goes with the definition?..other than a stick figure sitting on a half a circle? Is that what Iam?