How many of you have ever felt like this? Day in and day out, the trials and challenges never let up. I try saying to myself the old adage, “An able man has many burdens; as I am abler than most, I have more than most!”
That makes me feel better-for maybe all of three seconds-and then I’m back to my reality. That’s the reality of doctor’s appointments, tests, physical therapy, hospitalizations, blood draws, trying to find the right medication to control the right symptom. Having a chronic illness (or two) is more than a full-time job.
For years all I needed to do was take a few pills (as if that weren’t bad enough) for epilepsy. Complete control was tied up in a nice little package; after all, that was a minor inconvenience to life.
Then, during a medication change, I was hospitalized for a temp of 106 degrees! You and I know that that’s not normal, but so few people around me seemed to think that was out of whack. That’s nearly incompatible with life, if the fever isn’t decreased soon.
That brought a slew of ‘ologists’ to see me. There were pulmonologists, neurologists, rheumatologists, hematologists, epidemiologists; and I’m sure I’m forgetting a few and they cared about what could be related to their field that was causing my fever. All I cared about was ridding myself of that fever because laying on that cooling mattress was no fun! That began my run with chronic illnesses.
“I know God won’t give me more than I can handle: I just wish HE didn’t trust me so much.” ~ Mother Teresa