Good Morning Kind Readers.
Recently it was explained to me that all I ever talk about is my illness and that I never have anything good to report when I speak to her.
This puts me in a quandary because I don't know who is being insensitive here.
Is is me? Because this is pretty much the case. I don't have any good news lately.
Every time I turn around something else is happening to me. Recently, it has been my back issues.
She told me that everyone has back problems and that mine aren't that special. Like I am trying to be "special." Lord knows how much I wish I wasn't "special." You see I used to go out every once in a while with a few of the girls on a Friday night. It was fun to get out and I really wish I could do that again. It was inferred that I have no motivation any more. I was given examples of other people who have this or that and manage to get out and even go to work.
If me having to sit on the floor two Saturdays ago in Pathmark because my legs and back were in so much pain that I couldn't support myself upright any longer didn't make me feel bad, this conversation did.
Is it her that is insensitive? As far as she is concerned, I am not the LuAnne that she once knew. I am not the LuAnne who made her feel better when she was feeling overwhelmed. I am not the same friend she once had. It was even brought to my attention that I was avoiding her for some reason.
Am I giving in to the distress of my illness? Am I using it as an excuse? Gee, am I crazy for thinking this way. Of course, a person like me who was very active before my illness came to live in my body, loves sitting on the couch most of the day. I love making plans to get into the shower because having a shower takes everything out of me. Who would not love to live this way? Oh and who loves to walk around with a cane and use the scooters that the supermarkets provide for those of us who need them? Aren't they just there for kids to ride on like a trip to the Go Cart Fun Center.
Yup, I like to live like this. It is my choice. When I was a little girl this is how I dreamed my life would be. I dreamt that I would nap during the day. I imagined that I would be unable to walk up the stairs from the laundry room. That laundry would pile up for days.
Little girls don't dream of their grown up lives to be like this.
What I dream about now is being able to hop in the shower, rush and get dressed and go about my daily life.
Why doesn't anyone get it? We can't even use the "Invisible Illness" defense for this dilemma because I look like crap.
You know something that is very funny. This same person (most people really) aren't able to cope with stuff that happens to them. They get a headache and it's the end of the world. Their doctor schedules a colonoscopy and they fret for days afterwards. Take to their beds right after the camera goes up their butts. Or, have a tooth pulled, capped or a root canal and they are complaining about the pain for days and days. Then they say to me, and you think you are in pain. Amazing.
I get remarks that are so bizarre that it blows me away sometimes. Here is one example...... Someone called and told me that they needed to have a fatty growth removed from their arm. Their doctor scheduled this procedure six weeks later. It was like a catastrophe. The doctor was lax. The doctor didn't know how much she wanted to get this over with. Who was going to come to her house and help her with her family? How big would the scare be? All this after the doctor told her that there was no reason to do this procedure. But because she whined and complained he scheduled it.
It amazes me.
I still haven't learned. I still haven't learned to just say I am "okay." I still believe that people really are concerned about my health.
The end result to all of this is that I am a nut job for believing all of that.
But, I still felt bad and my mood still changed. I still cried. I've already lost two friends because I am sick. I guess I am on the road to losing another.