I'm beginning to hate spoons...

I'm beginning to hate spoons...actually you can throw all forms of silverware into that mix too. Being a spoonie isn't what I saw for my life when I was 16. But, deciding what "chore " is more important to do now because later I won't have the strength or ability has become my gruesome reality. A simple touch can send radiating pain through my body, but how can you say no to experiencing life? I have to think that God has more in store than just pain. He wants to use my story. Pain and all.