Living well with a high level of physical health challenges requires that I attend routine appointments with various medical specialists. It is profoundly eye-opening to be with a group of people who, in my view, are dealing with medical circumstances much more difficult than mine.
Anticipated pain is stressful and always lasts longer than the actual pain itself. This is an issue I struggle with in relation to my feet.
Humming creates a small pleasant vibration in my body. Granted, it’s tiny, but it’s there. Small comforts go a long way to help deal with chronic pain.
There’s nothing like a good soak to relax sore feet. I know this – but seldom get do it, mainly because it is another self-care activity that I cannot do without assistance. Asking for help is not easy.
No one enjoys having seasonal illnesses but, unlike me, most people are not afraid of catching a cold.
Staying motivated is important when you have a chronic, not-going-away health issue. I’m always on the look out for anything that will help my lazy-bones keep moving.
Mood management is by far the most difficulty aspect of living with a chronic illness. It doesn’t matter if you have a visibly obvious disability or an invisible medical condition; the Mood Roller does not discriminate.
Hmm… I love the smell of cookies baking; the aroma taps into my warm and fuzzy notion of comfort. Food, of course, is vital to good health, and cookies may not be on everyone’s radar, but the bottom line is, food fuels our bodies.
Views and opinions… they are everywhere! Unless you are currently living under a rock you may have noticed that the freedom of speech is a live and well.
Forgive me if this sounds like a Pollyanna perspective, but my disability and the episodes of illness that accompany it, are my truest friend. And, like any friend (human or pet) this relationship is not always smooth and carefree but I can depend on it; we’re committed to one another until death due us part.
We live in a time when stimulation is available at the ready. We can scroll through our iphones to tweet, post photos, listen to music, read email, and when that’s exhausted, we can pull out our kindle to read a book. Boredom is avoided like the plague, almost as much as talking to one another.
Tests, tests, and more tests, UGH! The one thing you learn from spending time in medical “waiting” rooms is how to be patient – or rather – how to be a patient. I don’t how many hours of my life have been spent in waiting rooms but it must be a very large number by now.
