It’s not that often I think of myself as lucky. Especially when it comes to my health. But I’ve been thinking about it in the past few weeks and I do consider myself lucky.
I’m part of a couple of support groups for my various ailments, and reading some of the things that others go through has led me to this state of mind.
Take the fibromyalgia. I know/know of people who are in so much pain and suffer so much fatigue with the fibro that they can’t work or can only work from home. I’m lucky enough that my fibro isn’t so bad to leave me house bound.
I know/know of people who constantly take painkillers to help them deal with the pain of fibro, people who are on serious amounts of medication to control it and deal with it. I’m lucky enough that I have days where I don’t need to take any painkillers (I’m not saying they’re pain free days – no day is completely pain free! But the pain is at the kind of level where I can ignore it.) I’m lucky enough that I have found a supplement regimen that helps sleep and pain.
When I’m in the right head space, knowing that there are people who are doing it tougher than I am helps. It means I can better ignore the little aches and pains. It means I don’t feel quite so sorry for myself.
However, get me when I’m in the wrong headspace and telling me there are people worse off than me, and I’ll probably punch you in the mouth. Knowing there are people hurting more doesn’t actually make my hurt less It’s like telling your kid to finish his dinner because there are starving children in Africa; yes, there are starving children in Africa (and everywhere else in the world), but whether or not your kid finishes his dinner isn’t actually going to make any different to the starving kids around the world.
That analogy worked better in my head I think…
Let’s take the endometriosis. I know/know of people who are ten years since they were first diagnosed and are still in significant pain. I’m lucky enough to have found a medication that is working extremely well to control the pain and it’s only on very rare occasions that I know have to take anything for it.
I know/know of people who can’t afford the insane medical expenses that go along with having endometriosis; the regular scans, GP appointments, medications, specialist appointments, surgery costs etc. and have to “make do”. I’m lucky enough that I can afford to see one of the top guys in Perth, that I can pay his fees and the fees for the specialist scans I get, as well as the regular cost of seeing my GP for scripts and getting meds.
In some ways, it makes me feel like a fraud, claiming to have these diseases/conditions. Quote that back to me when I’m having a bad day, and you’ll risk another punch in the mouth.
I’m just lucky to have things under control the way I do. I’m lucky to be in a position in my life that chronic pain isn’t controlling me. It might not always be the case. But it is at the minute. And I’m lucky.