The party's over

The pity party, that is.  Nothing like a reality check to change your perspective.  I got mine today at a hospital.  I have a chronic illness that is under control with careful medication and management.  Not everyone is so lucky.  At the hospital today for my quarterly round of tests, I saw many people much worse off.  Many people in wheelchairs, on oxygen, and worse.  And sitting across from me in the waiting room was a mom whose child had some developmental disability, far more profoundly affected than my own.  So a slap on the left cheek, a slap on the right cheek, and my pity party is over.