I name the equipment I have but wish I didn't need - so my two walking sticks are George and Cyril, my sling is Doris and my disabled parking badge is Bob. It's just more light hearted to say 'where's George?', than 'can someone pass me my stick'. I also decorate everything - if I have to have sticks and slings, they can at least reflect my personality, the same way my clothes do. So George is covered with ladybugs and Cyril is blinged up with diamante-type stones. Doris has flowers sewn all over her.
My friends and I have also developed a whole glossary of terms, from the 'Star Trek chair' (my orthopaedic office chair) and 'the mother ship' (reclining armchair) to 'tactical sleep' (nap timed to then let me get through a social event or something) and 'wired for sound' (wearing the TENS machine).
I definitely think that doing that helps to give you back some power over the pain by laughing at it. I also find that the friends who help the most are often the ones who are most irreverent about the whole situation - laughing at it but without being cruel, and not gettimg embarrassed if I make a joke of it. It makes me feel 'normal' again.
Post Edited (Shanno) : 8/23/2009 10:27:01 PM (GMT-6)