Ugh, so the past 5 days have been less fun than usuall. It started with muscle pain in my hips. Being overweight , I ascribed it to being overweight, so I wouldn’t go see a doctor. Two days on, now my brain feels loose in my skull, my eyes hurt, back of my head is sore, glands are swollen… No its nothing, no doctor for me and since hubby isn’t in town, nobody can make me go except..
my pain pill stash ran out… My hips grabbed a hold of me and all my core beliefs and shook them with thundering jolts of pain down my legs. Okay let’s go to the doctor. ah! I can only see him in 3 days’ time. I will have killed a few things by then! Okay so off I go to the ER (where my fave doctor works some nights) Score! He is on duty tonight, I see it as a sign, or is that big red glowing ER thing really a sign??? I have to wait 20 minutes before I get to see him. By now I can’t sit, stand, walk or lie down. That last pain pill has really left town, on a plane probably watching the “watch charlotte cry” movie. Yes I cried, In that 20 minutes of waiting for the dr. I cried like the little whimp that I am.
I read somewhere something along the lines of bipolars don’t do well with the flu. Who does though? My physical-pain infused few days made me wonder about this. It’s a common joke between my husband and I that I’m the one who gets man-flu, not him. I will say it, I think my emotional frailty does make being sick harder for me because it affects my mood, I question the reason we live, ponder the great mysteries of why I take all these meds and ofcourse the deeper meaning of liff (Not a spelling mistake, google it).
Will you be brave enough to admit that you don’t handle physical pain as well as the next person or do you take a beating without flinching, either way tell me, I’m curious to know what y’all think.