Fighting an invisible illness like Gastroparesis (GP) is exhausting. Every day is a new day, some better than others. I am blessed and lucky to have a pretty good support team consisting of God, family, and GP friends. My support team is always there for me when I need a quick pick-me up or tune up. They are my pit crew, always trying to keep me in the race when I no longer feel as if I can keep up. I have come to depend on them and expect them to be there for me no matter how small or big of an emotional adjustment is needed. Today, however, I have chosen to share insight about the unexpected events that have helped rev up my internal engine, perhaps even a Nitro Infusion.
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I can remember playing in my room as a 10 year old. Sometimes I played alone, sometimes I played with friends, and other times I convinced my younger brother to play with me. But regardless of who was or wasn’t there, I played the same game. I would set up my baby dolls and stuffed animals in nice neat rows on my bed and floor. As I talked to them, I passed out papers and books. I would then lead them in a lesson, chalk in my hand, chalkboard next to me. Overall, they listened very well and answered most of my questions correctly. Sometimes, I had to re-explain on my chalkboard, other times I had to reprimand a students by writing their name on the board and/or writing a note home, and for the majority of the time they made a 100 on their tests. Yes, you guessed at 10 years old I was determined that I wanted to be a teacher. In fact, as far back as I can remember I wanted to be a teacher, and not just any teacher. I was determined that I would be an elementary teacher.
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Trisha BundyA proud mother, educator, Gastroparesis & GI Motility Disorder Advocate, Like my content? Want to thank me with a small token of appreciation? https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/1LH7R639ORBML?ref_=wl_share
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