Okay, so there’s no way, there’s no scale to judge people’s pain in relation to each other; there isn’t a test that shows just how much pain you’re in. (Not that I’m aware of…)
Comparing your pain levels to someone elses’ is pretty futile, as a result.
I’m writing this because of all the heartache that I’ve experienced as a patient who didn’t know what was wrong.
I’m writing this as a woman who didn’t know how, and couldn’t, speak up about her pain, or defend herself when she was dismissed as a waste of her doctor’s time.
“You’re healthy” and “You’re normal” were phrases I heard way too often.
Having mental health issues on top of physical ones, oh, that for sure didn’t help. My pains were tossed off to anxiety side effects, and/or to being a hypochondriac. (I would not be in the doctor’s office if it wasn’t serious, if I wasn’t desperate for relief. I’m sure many of you feel the same.)
I’m writing this for all of those who haven’t received a diagnosis yet, who don’t know how to manage in the meantime; who don’t know where, or who, to turn to next.
I’m writing this because it’s unfair, and lonely, and difficult.
I’m writing this because it’s flowing freely from my fingertips.
I hope as you’re reading this, you can find some solace, peace, and answers.
TMTF (tired mind typing fingers)
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