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HAWMC Day 9: Keep Calm

Today's prompt is to make your own "Keep Calm" poster. 

I thought for a while about what I wanted to put on mine. Honestly, I think it's pretty hard to do better than "Keep Calm and Carry On." Seriously. It's catchy and it's to the point. Perfect. I considered the raunchy options: Keep Calm and Keep Pooping, Keep Calm and Break Wind. I considered the needy: Keep Calm and Call Mom (I mostly really love that this one kind of rhymes.) Eventually, though I ended up with this:


That pretty much sums it up. Just do your best. I think this is all any of us, chronic disease or not, can expect out of ourselves. It's something I'm trying really hard to keep in mind. Just do your best. That's it.

Oh, and have you guessed what my favorite color is yet?

What would your "Keep Calm" poster say? Make one! Share it in the comments! I would love to see it!
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  1. CrystalEApril 15, 2012 at 9:47 AM

    Here, here! Do the best you can do and move on.

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  2. UnknownAugust 3, 2012 at 8:48 PM

    LOVE. I think if pressed mine would be "Keep Calm and Take Your Meds". Ha.

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