while I was away
- When I am with folks (and we all know them) that are having a little love affair with sickness, I find myself in denial, wanting to separate myself from them. I don't want every sentence to begin with, "My pain/fatigue/depression/disability...", every 10 minutes. I don't enjoy being with victims and I surely don't want to identify on some profound way with being ill or being whiny. That said,
- When I am with folks (and we all know them) that poo-poo what are legitimate concerns, I find myself chatting up how rough it really is. I suddenly feel misunderstood and want their approval - poopy though they be.
So, I am still doing the dance, adjusting to this new life I am leading - luckier than most, still living with pain and disease.
How do you keep your spirits up? How do you strike the balance between becoming a professional patient and holding on to what makes you you?
And how much do you expose - to friends, to family, in your professional life?