I received one of the funniest letters ever and I'm going to share it.
"I dont know how you go on about your health stuff in the public. I expect it from my gran but your young and talk about guys still. Aren't you embarassed they'll see you talking about bowls & rashes & yeast infections?"
It came anon of course, and it isn't an email address I recognize, but I know you're out there! ::Laughs::
I wrote a post not too long ago about vanity. How looking good is okay, and trying to look better isn't something to be ashamed of.
But just because I joked around about my vanity doesn't mean I'm not a realist.
I have fibromyalgia. Any given day it will upset my stomach, make my head pound, over-produce yeast, and make my skin itch or hurt or both. Oh and don't forget the random spikes of pain in various places.
Those are simple facts.
The truth is, I care about one thing. Feeling good! And I do my best to find that end anyway I can. And I feel better talking with others about it, helping others with their own treatments, and fighting fibro in a positive way that I hope brings a few other Fibromates out of the dark depression and into the light of success.
Those are my goals.
True, there probably aren't many men out there that would read my blog and think "I wanna date her." But luckily, I'm not trying to pick anyone up. LOL
Besides, any man wanting to be with me has to be strong enough to be the rock I need to help me cope with living through the rest of my days with "surprise" pain, "peek-a-boo" IBS symptoms, and days of that "not so fresh feeling" we all know and love.
Healthy living is what is important, and I want a man who helps me on my journey by taking it with me. Not a squeamish pansy who is going to flinch if I use the word "bowls". (lol..and it is bowels my dear.)
Perfection does not exist. I'm a good woman. I push myself to the limits of pain to live normally. I try EVERYTHING in hopes of reaching 100% days but I feel good settling for 98%. I am confident. I am comfortable. I am in charge of my life to the best of my ability.
I don't worry about what people think, and neither should you.
I really hope you didn't send me this letter because you have allowed someone in your life to make you feel ashamed of the pain or discomfort your body feels. Ashamed of what you are afflicted with.
If you have a boyfriend, a husband, a family member, or friend who turns to you and says TMI!!! when you talk to them about your health...it is time to reevaluate your relationship.
Never be embarrassed over what you cannot control. Learn to live with it, make it a part of your new life and be open about it.
Wishing you all the best on Mother's Weekend (::grins:: we all deserve a full weekend, not just a day!)
Be well, My Friends. Reach for those 98% days.
Gin
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I notice that other people seem to be worried about my divulging TMI for me, especially my parents. They are from that stoic generation. They saw their own relatives die horribly during WWII as children, and they are grateful to have whatever life they have now.
ReplyDeleteI can totally appreciate that, but I also believe that people shouldn't go on assuming things that are incorrect about me when I am perfectly willing to help them learn. Whether or not they want to learn, however, is a whole other topic.
I learned a long time ago that embarrassment has no place in my life. It's too useless an emotion to maintain, and frankly, I don't have the energy for it. "To the devil with false modesty!" ~Carrie
Hi Carrie!
ReplyDeleteGood for you! I love hearing that there are others out there who say "This is who I am! I am not ashamed to be who I am, and I am not intimidated by your belief on who I should be!"
Best wishes on standing as strong and firm forever as you are right now.
Be well,
Gin