I have been sick for the past couple of days. Nothing major a touch of stomach flu followed by a cold. This bout with ill-health really made me appreciate and admire those who live in chronic pain. I am friends with a small number of people who live with their invisible illnesses, and after my adventures in pain I am in awe of them.
I read a quote on Facebook, describing a visit to a medical practitioner with chronic illness (quoted from a Tumblr):
going to the doctor when you’re chronically ill is weird.
It’s like imagine everything in your house is on fire, and you’re standing there and the fire department come in like, describe the fire to me and maybe we can find what caused it and put it out.
and you can’t just say everything so you’re like… well the fire in the curtain is the biggest
but the fire in the photo albums might be doing the most damage
also the fire in the couch is really inconvenient
occasionally the fire guy is like, well your tv is on fire so it might be electronic-fireitus but that would cause other things like fire in the dvd player
and you’re like, oh yes. that’s been on fire for years. I forgot to mention it because it’s always been a relatively small fire. It’s right next to the bookshelf which has much more fire.
and then the fire guy is like, oh. I wouldn’t worry about that. book shelf fire just happens sometimes.
I am experiencing a new level of empathy to those who live life with a chronic illness, especially accompanied by pain. I am in extra awe of those who parent while ill. I salute those who live life happily and fully in spite of their pain. I salute the way that you don’t constantly wallow in misery, and don’t happen to slap the healthy people who have the odd misadventures in ill-health with a frying pan shouting something along the lines of: THIS IS WHAT MY LIFE IS LIKE ALL THE TIME! DO YOU HEAR ME CONSTANTLY COMPLAIN? NOPE! THEN GET OVER YOURSELF!
Love and health,