Having lived in chronic pain for twenty years now, I still find it hard to get across just how hard this really is sometimes. My soon to be ex-husband told be flat out that I wouldn't be divorcing him if I wasn't taking pain meds and anti-inflams and that he can't handle my moods! I really wonder how he would feel if I took his asthma meds away and said, "Not so fast, it makes you cranky!". Apart from the so obvious physical proof of this horrible disease, what don't they get about "I'm sorry, I'm in too much pain to make you dinner and clean up your mess". I think every person who has ever dealt with a chronic illness and pain wishes for one moment that their loved ones could feel exactly what it's like to have that amount of pain all the time. Then we have that moment of guilt thinking we wouldn't want to wish that on anyone. I think over the years I've become so used to the pain that I just soldier on and push myself beyond my limits just to prove I can do it that it's made my family and friends think I'm undestructable. Not! It's hard to ask for help and taken a little growing up on my part to admit, I'm not superwoman out to prove how tough I am. Sometimes being the toughest means asking for help. Thanks for letting me say me peace!
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