Friends and family were convinced I was functioning just fine because I was efficient, productive and successful - who wouldn't be working twenty hour days? I had everybody fooled with my illness.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I turned into a workaholic to the point of where my health was in jeopardy.
I was trying to work, but I noticed that people, if they had any inkling of the idea that I was sick or had MS... people shunned me. No work after that.
I look at my father, who was in many ways an unhappy person, but who, not long before he got sick, said that the greatest source of satisfaction in his life had been going to work in the company of other workers.
I could work 24 hours and I wouldn't complain once because I'm happiest when I'm working.
I believe that all the important people in my life prior to 1982 were victimized by my illness.
I didn't inherit any great success and the problems that came with it, and yet I was able to keep working and supporting myself and later a family. I'm crazy fortunate.
While in my late teens and in my 20s, I worked seven days a week, 20 hours a day. I worked my tail off.
I worked half my life to be an overnight success, and still it took me by surprise.
I would work until I got stuck, and I would put it down and pick up something else. I might be able to take a 20-minute nap and get to work again. That way, I was able to work about 10 hours a day... It was important to me to work every day. I managed to work on Christmas day, just to be able to say I worked 365 days a year.
I was a happy man, never working. Sometimes I saw days with no money to eat. It was not so difficult.
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