Do I really look THAT young?

So, today was another WONDERFUL day of physical therapy! It's really only an hour a day, I kinda just made it sound like it was an all day thing...Anyway, so it was super exhausting, and I am now very sore. If anyone knows any good massage therapists, that are cheap enough for my nothing budget, please send them my way. I could SO use a MAJOR massage right now. I am currently attempting to give myself a back massage. For anyone who has not tried that, it is very complicated, and not really working out so well. In fact, I could use a good massage every Tuesday and Thursday, since those are the days of therapy. I'm totally NOT complaining though. I'm glad I'm sore, that means it's working, right? I told a therapist that today, you know, the whole no pain, no gain thing. He told me that's sorta true, but too much pain is a bad thing, and would wear me out, and slow my getting better down. Ok, not those exact words, cuz that was not proper English AT ALL, but close enough.

So, while I was at therapy, I was kinda talking to a High School girl. I say kinda, cuz she was kinda talking loud so the guy therapists could hear her, you know, showing off like High Schoolers tend to do. So, as I was talking to her, she asked me what High School I go to. I was like, well, none, and haven't for 8 years now. But I did go to West Jordan High. She was like in a state of shock. It was really funny. It was like that whole deer in the headlights, nothing going on upstairs look, but trying to get the wheels to turn. It was super funny, just believe me. Anyway, so then she was like "How old ARE you?" Like I was a super old lady now. I told her I'm 26, and she was way surprised. Kay, the chick is 16, so I'm 10 years older than her. How in the world could she confuse me to be her same age? Although, I have to admit, it was kinda nice to know I don't look like an old geezer quite yet...well, despite the wheelchair, and me struttin around the workout room on the colorful walker.

Then, a while later this older guy came and started talking to me, asking me what I was in for. Then he said he felt like he was in prison, except therapy prison...I thought that was pretty clever actually. Anyway, so I told him about my MS and that it's trying to be a pain in my butt, but I'm gettin the last word on this one. And he said he has a nephew who has MS and they told him he wouldn't live past 18...first of all, I think the guy had MS confused with some other disease. MS doesn't kill ya, it just cripples ya. And most people don't get diagnosed till their late 20s to early 30s or later. Yes, I'm just an early bloomer...so, back to my story. Then the guy said "So, do they think you'll be able to make it past 18 if you do the physical therapy?" So, I had to tell that guy I am well over 18, and I am not dying anytime soon.

So, I have decided, either me actually doing my hair makes me look a little younger, or maybe the "stylish" clothes I get from my little sister's closet help, who knows. But do I REALLY look THAT young? I have been told I look like I'm 18, and I kinda feel 18ish, so that's cool. But I'm not sure I wanna do the whole 16 year old thing again...my "rebel" years...lol