Doubles and Halves
Twice this month I have been asked how old I am - it was a double occurrence. This is a rare enough thing for me that I have to think about it. As a whole, I have forgotten how old I am and I'm good with that. My decision to forget my age came in 2009 when I had my first birthday after being diagnosed with chronic pain that would last the rest of my life. I had no desire to celebrate that year - marking what would just be the first year of constant pain. I wasn't in a great place emotionally and the thought of spending more than 60 birthdays (and therefore years) in constant pain was a depressing one. But this year I'm pretty sure I'm 32. At least, that's the number I tell people when they ask. It's close enough, I think. Half of 32 is 16. That occurred to me the other day when my 5yo was playing with numbers and asking me how much different numbers were when doubled. Sixteen. That's the year when I developed my first chronic pain symptom. At 16,