
Szinuus
I see the bus...I can almost see it
- Aug 19, 2022
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So I've decided to vent on the other site about my chronic pain. Here's the response I've got:
Fuck, just find what will give us happiness. I was working as a cashier when I got sick. No one could help me. Pain, hospitals, complications after medication, exacerbation of the disease by wrong diagnoses and poor treatment. When I realized that in a moment the disease would take away my studies and chances for a better future, I decided to act. The first years were a nightmare. Today marks 16 years since the first attack. My body pushed the pain into my subconscious. It doesn't bother me anymore, it's part of me. When the disease recurs, I feel strong because I know I can do it. Every year the attacks are weaker, less frequent and less painful, even though I abandoned the treatment. The doctors said that without therapy I would not live to 30. It's all just in our heads. Today I have a great job, high earnings, and my passion is to see the world. I have all this only thanks to very hard work and struggle with myself, my pain, psyche, overcoming the next "impossible". I can't remember the last time I cried. Life is beautiful. I know that I will not live long with this disease. Therefore, he does not waste any moment. Being the last time at the doctor doing tests I heard that the end is close and the only thing I thought was "it's okay, I experienced everything I wanted". I was sorry only for the sake of my loved ones. (It turned out that it was a horse fortunately I went to 5inne doctors because they would have cut me, fucking moron ;)))))) If I had given up then, I would cry like you today. God, how I thank myself!
Its so horrible that people dismiss other people's suffering. What a sad world we live in. I just want to be gone.
Fuck, just find what will give us happiness. I was working as a cashier when I got sick. No one could help me. Pain, hospitals, complications after medication, exacerbation of the disease by wrong diagnoses and poor treatment. When I realized that in a moment the disease would take away my studies and chances for a better future, I decided to act. The first years were a nightmare. Today marks 16 years since the first attack. My body pushed the pain into my subconscious. It doesn't bother me anymore, it's part of me. When the disease recurs, I feel strong because I know I can do it. Every year the attacks are weaker, less frequent and less painful, even though I abandoned the treatment. The doctors said that without therapy I would not live to 30. It's all just in our heads. Today I have a great job, high earnings, and my passion is to see the world. I have all this only thanks to very hard work and struggle with myself, my pain, psyche, overcoming the next "impossible". I can't remember the last time I cried. Life is beautiful. I know that I will not live long with this disease. Therefore, he does not waste any moment. Being the last time at the doctor doing tests I heard that the end is close and the only thing I thought was "it's okay, I experienced everything I wanted". I was sorry only for the sake of my loved ones. (It turned out that it was a horse fortunately I went to 5inne doctors because they would have cut me, fucking moron ;)))))) If I had given up then, I would cry like you today. God, how I thank myself!
Its so horrible that people dismiss other people's suffering. What a sad world we live in. I just want to be gone.