Chronic Illness, Chronic Pain, Lifestyle

Go to the Bathroom

The bathroom is the room everyone goes to for relief. Sometimes to fill the quiet acoustics of the room with thought, songs or even cries. It is a place where, unless you have children or pets or a significant other, you can have some privacy as well as perspective.

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The past couple of times that I took a nighttime bath, I had such relaxation and clarity. I was in my own little, quiet space, my own world if you will. So many wonderful blog posts came to mind! Not just blog ideas, but whole posts spilled out! Then I got out of the tub and forgot them all. Disappointed, I felt that I will never be able to write another decent post. Ugh. My mission for Life is Chronic is to relate chronic illness problems with problems not specific to people of the chronic illness lifestyle.

But, damn, who wants to spend t7A9CA1B4-C84E-4DA1-8A33-EC1A4763DFDC.jpegheir lives defining their lives by concentrating so much on their limitations, illness or not. I feel like the first half of my day is being spent just getting to the point where I can be functional. I beat myself up for being at the mercy of my own body.  I mean that I seriously dwell in blaming myself for not being able to put mind over matter and just make myself well. I know, it sounds stupid. It is stupid.

After the immediate and initial visit of day to the bathroom is relieved, I must convince my ego that I am a contributing member of society. So, I do the dishes. Then, I wonder… what other chore can I do before eating breakfast? Breakfast is a reward for proving that I am still useful. The bath following breakfast that helps the stiffness shut up a little is often an essential part of my day. My bath is my place to start my day all over again, the place to acknowledge that I am being respectful of my body, respectful of my life. I have life to give. I have life to live. The soak in the bathroom has hopefully prepped my body’s stiffness for yoga. The stiffness and pain meet yoga, giving respect to the day and, give in to the world a better chance to know the me I intend to be.

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Upon reflection: We all may benefit from using the bathroom more often.

Life, it’s chronic. Thanks for reading!

Wendy

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Chronic Illness, Chronic Pain, ME

Chronically Ill People Do Not Blog

I am beating myself up for ever thinking that I could be consistent with blogging!

It is hard to express myself when I am so tired all of the time. It is hard to advocate for myself and others. I want so much to help people. I have friends, but I am not a very good one. I don’t have the energy. I have the love. The ME/Chronic Fatigue Syndrome has been very persistent the past months. Not just dragging myself around, but sleeping no less than 12 hours per day. Laying around most the rest of the day. Fibromyalgia is flaring up. The migraines are under control, though.

I cry. I do. I want to be more for other people. I want to do more. My husband is the sweetest, most patient human being. He says that I am not the best human-doing anymore, but I am a wonderful human-being.