My little blog is the place I go to remove splinters. As I am learning about (and refusing) to be a person with a disability; I find myself struggling with the tiniest things. Tiny little splinters.

My daily golfing buddy and I play almost every day. This morning when I arrived on the first tee, I had completely forgotten he told me yesterday that he wouldn’t be able to play today. I texted him and got back a message that said: “No golf today or tomorrow – I’m in Scottsdale. Told you yesterday I will be back playing on Friday” – OK. Totally benign. No splinter here right?

“I told you yesterday”, I recon you did but I didn’t remember. All the words did was serve as a reminder that I am fast becoming a person with a disability and I am still in the denial phase of all this.

My golfing buddy doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. In fact, I sometimes question whether he has bones at all (his swing is a little rubbery). It is not incumbent upon the world to treat me with kid gloves. It is incumbent on me not to take every reference as a giant splinter. Guess that’s something I need to work on.