The other day, at a UNC football game, I was hurt when a little kid smashed into my bad knee. I'm on crutches. The pain is much less intense than what I've learned to deal with from migraine-ville. I'm still hurtin' pretty badly, but the disability and pain scale is much lower than even a mild migraine.

Everyone is being SO nice to me today. Helping with whatever I need help with, commiserating with me, being empathetic. They can see the crutches, and they can see me hobbling. When people said that I'm being a very good sport and coming to work like this, I nodded... but wanted to scream "but this is nothing. I deserve a gold star other days... but not just because I'm hobbling today."

But of course, I don't say anything- 'cause although people are saying that I'm being a good sport today, I'm taking in as much of that as I can,to save for a less sunny day.

It's still pretty amazing how many people have tried to help me out today. And for once, I'm letting them.