So, while I was trying to decide whether to go with Alan and his friend Bill and family to the Museum to see the baseball exhibit, Bill decided he would rather take the subway there and then maybe walk the Freedom Trail. Well, that counts me out. I'm certainly not up to that - I wasn't even sure if I could walk around the museum. So I'm just going to be stuck at home watching TV. I wouldn't mind so much if my leg felt better, if my foot and toes weren't NUMB. I walked around the building earlier - it's really nice out. Maybe I'd feel better if Alan sounded more sincere when he said he was sorry I couldn't go. I want him to spend time with his friend, but I am just feeling sorry for myself, I guess. I told Alan that if something was really wrong with me - something that totally disabled me and from which I wouldn't ever recover, I would just want someone to shoot me. I am not one of those people who will take my disability and make a better world!
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