The Things You Take for Granted

To the "normie,"

There are so many things you take for granted.  Don't beat yourself up, I once did too.  Keeping food down without medication that makes you slur your words like a drunk.

Chronic infections.  Being even able to eat without medication at all.  Let alone medication that makes you talk, look, feel, and act stupid........

Exhaustion at a level you never knew before, you take medications that slow the nerve impulses, and they make you feel, look, and act drunk.....You are accussed of being and talking and acting drunk....you are abusing drugs, you are doing something you shouldn't be.....Everyone is suspect, everyone is giving you a "psychiatric diagnosis."

It's funny; the specialists--right down to a damned dermatologist (and really-who would sit and aspire to be a dermatologist??????  At least a plastic surgeon and treat burn patients, do something useful, rather than rashes that can be cured with Gold Bond and mouthwash....) get an ego about it if you ask a question; even explaining that youwere a nurse in another lifetime.......

But they can throw something as damaging as "Chronic Pain Syndrome," which sounds benign enough:

http://emedicine.medscape.com/article/310834-overview
http://emedicine.medscape.com/article/310834-overview#a0104

So now you're a head case.  Why not come right out and say "Munchausen Syndrome" which I was diagnosed with when  what was the correct diagnosis?

Cancer.  To be correct, Stage 2 non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma.

By an unsupervised third year medical student, and no faculty or resident signed off on it, but it went down as a "primary diagnosis.

Cute.

But to forgive and let go is to find freedom.  To hang onto resentments annd anger serves only to burden the soul...and bring more pain.

Got enough in that department.  But make sure CPS ain't on your file, or you're screwed...marked for life...just like any patient with CP who are on "those meds" are always encouraged to find a way to get off.

I'm entitled to life, same as you.  Whatever it takes, it takes.  But no one gets to label me except my Creator.


J

Sleep, unassisted.