The good things about my illness
I think it is time I interupt the whining to recognize quickly what I am taking out of this experience:
1) I have never been through a challenge in my life that would not have made me grow. This one won't be different.
2) I am full of gratitude. It is great to feel the certainty, that there are people in Bern, Basel, Zurich, Meiringen, Geneva, Pozsony, Budapest, Delhi, Mumbai, Rotterdam, Helsinki, Casablanca, London and Berlin who care. Last night again I was proved what a difference it makes to call a 24h medical hotline under pain at night, with an indifferent doctor's voice at the other end, compared to speak to a friend (and doctor) who knows that a call at that time must have a serious reason and who cares and is there for one, even if I am just fed up with the illness, symptoms and side effects and in panic.
3) My medication is such a mortal cocktail of poison, that apart of the bitch no other form of illness, virus, germ or bacteria would even think about approaching my body.
4) I sleep like a baby every night thanks to my pills.
5) I am forced to do some sports, hence my lifestyle is more healthy than ever (ok, just ignore the half-pound of potato chips from yesterday).
6) My random music taste was too often considered to be too soft. The illness definitely brought hard rock closer to my heart.
7) I am not fighting this war alone.
Last but not least I have been given some websites, where patients share their experiences fighting this war. Unfortunately last night I was too stoned to read the forum, this morning I felt too good to confront myself with my illness reading about it, and in the afternoon I was out of the house doing a 1 hour walk under rain.
Finally, last night's low gives the bitch a point: 6:10. But I keep fighting...
1) I have never been through a challenge in my life that would not have made me grow. This one won't be different.
2) I am full of gratitude. It is great to feel the certainty, that there are people in Bern, Basel, Zurich, Meiringen, Geneva, Pozsony, Budapest, Delhi, Mumbai, Rotterdam, Helsinki, Casablanca, London and Berlin who care. Last night again I was proved what a difference it makes to call a 24h medical hotline under pain at night, with an indifferent doctor's voice at the other end, compared to speak to a friend (and doctor) who knows that a call at that time must have a serious reason and who cares and is there for one, even if I am just fed up with the illness, symptoms and side effects and in panic.
3) My medication is such a mortal cocktail of poison, that apart of the bitch no other form of illness, virus, germ or bacteria would even think about approaching my body.
4) I sleep like a baby every night thanks to my pills.
5) I am forced to do some sports, hence my lifestyle is more healthy than ever (ok, just ignore the half-pound of potato chips from yesterday).
6) My random music taste was too often considered to be too soft. The illness definitely brought hard rock closer to my heart.
7) I am not fighting this war alone.
Last but not least I have been given some websites, where patients share their experiences fighting this war. Unfortunately last night I was too stoned to read the forum, this morning I felt too good to confront myself with my illness reading about it, and in the afternoon I was out of the house doing a 1 hour walk under rain.
Finally, last night's low gives the bitch a point: 6:10. But I keep fighting...
posted by Sabi at 10:37 PM
2 Comments:
sabi,
i am sure you got a little plus from your doctor for this post :)
keep on like this!
hugs,
z
Djakujem! I'll tell you Monday after my next appointment. At least one of them reads this blog as well.
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