Living With an Illness: A New Kind of Normal
When chronic illness becomes a new kind of normal, it also becomes a cruel existence, one in which pain is a constant torture and exhaustion is as frequent as breathing.
When chronic illness becomes a new kind of normal, it also becomes a cruel existence, one in which pain is a constant torture and exhaustion is as frequent as breathing.
I eventually snap out of it and remember: Oh hey, there’s another person here, someone helping me and we’re supposed to be working together. But I don’t want to work together, not on things I’ve done alone my entire life …
Do you know that song The Sound of Silence? I’m sure you do, maybe it’s even your favorite song. I’ll be honest, though, I’m not much of a Simon & Garfunkel fan. Somehow, however, the song has been stuck in my head lately, probably because the lyrics are so relevant to my current situation, albeit …
Doctors don’t like ransom notes or their magazines destroyed. They will call the police.
If a doctor drives an Audi and pays $4,000 a month for a big house while a patient can’t afford a single appointment with that doctor because he/she charges $500 and doesn’t accept health insurance, then sorry (I’m not sorry), he/she should have his/her medical license taken away.
“When your own life is threatened, your sense of empathy is blunted by a terrible, selfish hunger for survival.” – Yann Martel (Life of Pi) Lately I’ve been reflecting on the ups and downs of having a chronic illness — in my case, two illnesses, myalgic encephalomyelitis (chronic fatigue syndrome) and Lyme disease. Mostly I’ve …
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In October 2015, after nearly a year of being bedridden and receiving no medical treatment, I finally got to see a doctor. I shouldn’t say I saw him, because well, not only were my eyes completely covered during the appointment, we weren’t even in the same room. In fact, the appointment consisted of the doctor calling …
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