To *That* Girl

To the woman who has the option of either working full or part-time, or being a stay-at-home mom, and switches between the three at least yearly.

The the woman who has multiple healthy, typically developing children and mentions that “maybe you being infertile isn’t such a bad thing”.

To the woman who is married to someone who provides for her and their children and tells you that “someday you’ll meet someone who understands”.

To the woman whose definition of “sick” is a sinus infection.

To the woman whose definition of “tired” is the feeling you have when you wake up 20 minutes before your alarm clock goes off or miss your morning coffee.

To the woman whose definition of a “medical expense” is Benadryl.

To the woman who has a hard time scheduling her annual dental *and* gynecologist appointment, because that’s just too many doctor’s appointments to remember. 

To the woman whose definition of “chronic pain” is the old volleyball injury that causes her knee to act up. 

To the woman whose entire hospital experience is based off of visiting her grandparents and giving birth.

To the woman who always asks, “I can’t remember, is the MRI the one for your heart or your brain?”

To the woman who responds, “You have to give yourself shots every day? I could never do that, I don’t like shots.”

To the woman who asks you why you’re yawning, and after you mention you started a new med that makes you feel tired, responds with, “I don’t know how you do it. I can’t work and keep up with my laundry, and I don’t have to deal with what you do.”

To the woman who texts you, “What’s the name of that disease you had in college? I saw something on the Today show about mouth ulcers.”

I am so grateful everyday for the gift of my health, because I know what having your world turned upside down feels like. Please, stop raining on my parade. 

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2 thoughts on “To *That* Girl

  1. Right on Sister! Or the woman who says “I know just what you’re talking about, my little finger is really stiff today”. There is just no way to explain it so someone without chronic illness really understands. I am in the “drag my ass tired” after all the stuff with my Mom, my broken hip and all the other stuff the last 2 years or more.

    Thanks so much for your comment on my post “Highlights of the Week”. It means so much to me.

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