Something strange happened last week. It has played upon my mind since and even made me feel sad.
I had to list and describe my illness during a medical consultation.
As crazy as this may seem I actually shocked myself.
In a quest for happiness do we become desensitised to illness and its impact on daily living?
During this appointment, I was asked about my migraines, how they affect me, duration and symptoms. Migraine has been part of my life for twenty-eight years, this is almost a marriage! For me it is normal to have crippling head pain so I often forget, it is as natural to me as breathing.
"Were you healthy prior to Fibromyalgia?" the Nurse asks. Instinctively I reply yes. Then the reality alarm bells go off within my mind. Was I really healthy with panic attacks and depression since my teenage years. Was endometriosis that stole part of my life really healthy? It was severe enough to require a hysterectomy in my thirties yet I opted to forget this pain as this pain was with me all of my adult life.
The pain was such a huge part of my life that I made it normal for me.
"Tell me about your bladder problems" I was asked. "You have not mentioned it yet the doctor lists it here also chronic IBS."
Why is it acceptable to think this is normal?
Is the price of being happy and chronically ill to sugar coated every symptom, illness, disability?
Maybe you need to make this your March mission also?