Three Things I’ve Learned From Being Sick
May 15, 2012 by Tellie
Filed under My Inner Kindlings
In real life I don’t really talk about my health all that much. I’m not nearly as whiny in real life. I justgrin and bear it and get on with my day. My blog allows me to express things that I normally wouldn’t in person because I don’t want to come off as whiny, and plus people wouldn’t understand…
Not a lot of people really care
Short of a hospitalization not a lot of people really care how I feel on a day to day basis. The only people I really believe genuinely care are my parents and my three best friends. It’s sometimes hard to take in especially you confide in someone you think should care. This happened when I told my brother I was sick:
Me: You know I’ve been sick right?
Him: Yeah, you’re always sick.
Me: Well the doctor said I have arthritis.
Him: …
Me: And it’s autoimmune.
Him: Okay…
Me: You don’t believe me…
Him: ….
Me: Well I’m just letting you know so you know that it’s in our medical history and if you have kids and they get sick…it won’t take so long to find an answer
Him: Well I’m not going to tell my kid’s doctor that…
Me: Do you even understand how painful this is?
Him: No.
Me: Well it’s the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced.
Him: Okay…
Me: Thanks for caring.
It’s gotten better with him, now that it might be lupus. But it (my disease) shouldn’t have to have a name before one starts caring about the health of their sister
Not a lot of people understand
I don’t really expect people to understand how much pain I am going through. But sometimes it really dawns on me that people who don’t experience chronic pain/illness have no idea what I’m going through.
My mom is always telling me exercise will make me feel better, or this and that herb will be a cure. I know she means well, but if it were really that simple I wouldn’t have had to quit playing basketball in high school, and while I do not disregard holistic medicine it frankly does not work.
Someone told me that their father wanted for Christmas was some cream for his arthritic finger because I should be able to relate to having an arthritic finger. He only has arthritis in that finger ! Only thing is osteoarthritis (arthritis from wear and tear) and autoimmune arthritis are two totally different things. I wish I had only an arthritic finger. Instead my shoulders, knees, hips, and elbows hurt. I run fevers on a lot of days. I have to worry about kidneys, liver and other organs.Not to mention the crazy headaches.
How to appreciate the small things
Even though I may sound really whiny. I am very happy with life. I was visiting a friend in DC who wasn’t happy with where her life was going. As I listened to all her woes, I thought, how wonderful it would be to have all her problems but to feel 100% healthy. Honestly last year I was downright depressed from the pain I was going through, and even though I’m far from feeling 100%, the reprieve from the pain has made me happier than I think I have ever been in my entire life. I don’t have a boyfriend. I don’t have a “job”. I spend 80 hours a week doing school work and I get paid below minimum wage, someone hit my car last month, my phones screen shattered into a million pieces, I’ve been having some major financial difficulties lately, but my gosh I am so freaking happy because I don’t feel like I am dying every waking moment of every single day. Seriously.



