One thing I can really say about having chronic illness (just kidding I have lots to say haha) is that you learn how to act. We become the star in the story of our lives. We are pro’s at deceiving people with how we really feel and become very careful about who we reveal who we are and how we feel to. In this theatrical number we study normalcy, as to not let on our struggles to those around us. It’s not that we want this, it’s that we start to learn how well society can handle the truth. If we are not careful, we will get burned. Continue reading
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Loneliness and Some Serious Truths
I recently went to see a production of Into the Woods. A favorite song of mine from this musical states “You are not alone. No one is alone”. For some reason this has stuck with me the last few days since. I sit back and think about how these words roll off the tongue so well when it is you saying it to someone else. Looking in the mirror and telling yourself you’re not alone is a whole other picture. In the world of chronic illness it is so easy to be sucked into this world of secluded misery. You begin to realize the amount of people that drop out of your life. You feel like even those that have stuck by your side do not understand what you’re going through… And to a certain extent they obviously don’t. You blame yourself on occasion. Telling yourself maybe you could be stronger, maybe the pain yesterday wasn’t as bad as you were making it out to be, maybe I could fight a little harder, maybe it’s all in my head and I can make myself better. It’s easy to be sucked into the oblivion of trying to rationalize your situation. It often feels like no one understands this cycle we get caught in. A cycle that solves nothing and gets us no where. So what do we do? We fight. Right? That’s what everyone else does. They fight. And here we are again at the other end of the circle… where all is easier said than done.
Patient (mis)Treatment
It’s time to get real about doctors and their treatment of their patients. As a patient we often view doctors as an authority. With their extensive training and eduction in medicine, this is normal. When we think of a doctor we think of someone kind, patient, intelligent, and ready to serve people, for a greater purpose. We expect, when we go to visit the doctor, their undivided attention, utmost compassion, concern for our well being, and the drive to do what ever it takes to help their patients. Often times what we get instead is a quick hello, poked and prodded, barely a glance, maybe an eye roll or two, a prescription and a fat bill on the way out. Continue reading
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