Evolution of a Slug

  Good morning! So…have you ever sat bolt-upright in the dead of night, your shaking body covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, your eyes bugged as they searching for some faint glimmer of light to hold on to for comfort, with that one burning question on your mind, “Who the hell is Super Slug!?!”

Super Slug’s 1st appearance.

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  Yeah. I hate those nights too.
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  Yesterday, while playing with the awesome peoples in the Tweet-A-Thon, I met a wonderful woman who was completely new to Twitter. During the course of our conver-tweet-sion she mentioned her frustration and borderline shame over her body’s rebellion and the amount of time she spent on the couch.
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  So of course I mentioned Super Slug. And that was when it dawned on me that, unless we’ve been hanging out for a year or so, you might not know the origins of Super Slug. Being as I’m at a loss for anything new to talk about this morning, I figured, “Why not!?!”

The Slug in,
It’s My Fault…AGAIN!

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  Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and children of all ages, I present to you for the first time ever together in one place, the Evolution of a Slug! *pauses for imaginary cheers and applause from the crowd in her mind*
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  Over the last year I have spent WAY too much time being a Couch Slug and riding the couch like a pro. Sometimes that kinda thing happens, for whatever reasons. (Mine being the way my over-achieving immune system is attacking my muscles.)
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  Whatever the cause, I felt BAD about it. REAL bad. And feeling bad made me sad, which is the opposite of happy. And when Momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy. And that? Was not a happy situation.
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The Boy and The Girl have been BEYOND helpful to Super Slug

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  Instead of continuing my unhappy cycle, I decided to embrace the time my body forced me to rest. But, since embracing any kind of real or perceived weakness was totally against my character, IT happened…

Even Superheros need a napevery now and then.

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  (Read in the voice of Stan Lee) Unable to come to terms with her body’s new limitations, a split occurred in her psyche. On one side was Chris, the sort of mild mannered housewife battling an at-times debilitating chronic illness. On the other side? Super Slug!
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  Yes, Super Slug, unable to leap absolutely anything EVER. (Although she can squishy-crawl her way over things in the slowest manner known to man.)
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  Super Slug, guardian of truth, justice, and finding the joy and laughter in life any way she can.
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  Super Slug who, unlike that “other” guy, is completely immune to Kryptonite. (Although normal table salt can screw up her world in some wickedly BAD ways.) (OK, Mr. Lee can go back to his day job now. Thanks Stan!)
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  Yep, Super Slug is my alter ego that allows me to feel if not “good” about those couch-bound days, then at least I can feel like I’m “slugging it” in a totally SUPER way. And the way I sees it, we all should feel Super every once in a while.
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The Super Slug of today.

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  So, if you had a Super alter-ego, what would it be called?


Comments

Evolution of a Slug — 2 Comments

  1. I googled slug superhero today because I, too am an over achiever dealing with debilitating chronic illness. My former avatar was a fit busy bee superhero, but I’ve devolved to super slug. Maybe we can fight crime together… slowly and gently…

    Your sistah slug, on a couch in West Michigan.

  2. Angi, I would be honored to fight for truth, justice, and a long nap by your side!
    Going from a million miles an hour and being in the best shape of my life to…slugdom has been…difficult, to say the least. So I totally understand. I’m seriously glad you found Super Slug and, hopefully, it put a smile on your face! *slug hugs*

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