It’s not my style to be all, “I’m thankful for my family,” and that sweetsy-cutsey stuff. It’s not that it’s not true, because it’s more true than anything in the world. It’s just that I don’t need a sky-writer to put it in Helvetica Bold.
It’s my style to list some other, random things I’m thankful for today.
I’m thankful for surgical intervention without infection, science that doesn’t include leeches, beds that go uppy-downy, you name it! I love not having to try essential oils on UTIs; and, I like being able to ask a legit surgeon about joint repair, instead of expecting Deep Blue Rub to fix it.
If there’s a big pharma conspiracy, I’m g-l-a-d it exists, because it brought me the pills, patches and concoctions that let me stand up. I’m thankful for every single person that ever stood in a lab and figured out how to make that happen. I’m not thankful that a bunny, or a monkey had to get high to figure that out, or had to die; but, I’m happy that I can play Lego with my son, on a good day, because of it.
Probably an unexpected answer. And no, it’s not for naughty reasons. Get your minds out of the gutter! I spend 80-85% of my day(s) in pajamas; so, I have discerning taste in such things. I wear their Mayfair line, both pants and shorts. They are durable, comfortable and classy. There’s something adorable about looking like you are wearing your grandpa’s PJ’s, but in lady prints. Pappy never wore leopard PJs; at least mine didn’t.
That I’m Not Some of the People in “Support Groups”
I once read a question from a woman who legitimately, not exaggerating in a moment of terrible pain, wanted to know if Chiari could cause our brains to explode (it can’t, in case you were wondering). There's no way to say that I'm glad I'm not her, without making it sound like I'm glad I'm not dumb. So, I'll just let it hang there, like a dead weight. But, can you imagine thinking, for one second, that your brain could explode? What would that look like? Would it come leaking out of your nose? Your eyes? Would your skull crack open, and it come flying out? How would the whole thing go down?
The current “debate” (which means yelling and swearing at one another) surrounds the fact that a woman’s doctor praised her for being calm and collected at her appointment, as he’s seen many Chiari patients with cases of brain damage to the cerebral cortex. Studies have shown that untreated, severe pain, can lead to damage that can make you delusional and irrational about your own care. The delusion is that you are capable of being more educated than your doctors, who have studied and practiced for decades, while you only have access to a limited amount of information.
Furthermore, this specific type of damage leads to poor impulse control. People in my groups claim that every doctor they see is lying to them, every doctor they see is a dickless (yep, that term, as it's 1952, and all docs must be men) bastard, every doctor they see is a moron. So, these people throw prescription bottles at their doctors' heads; and, shriek in their doctors' faces, until they get the prescriptions they want. I have seen videos of these patients, who've returned to their doctors, only to tell them off. Yet, the “debate” rages on about whether or not they are irrational, or just being strong-willed enough to demand “respect.”
Every time I feel full of woe and sadness at the path my life has taken because I’m stuck on my couch, or in bed, I remember that it could be worse. I could be delusional. I’ve never thrown anything at anyone. I’ve never questioned a doctor’s decision. I’ve never yelled at a doctor. I’ve never gotten angry at one, or called him dickless, even if he was a she.
I’m not ashamed to admit that Wonder Woman is my hero. In whatever form: comics, watching Lynda Carter’s badass spin change, cuddled in my fuzzy robe, snuggling my WW Bear (that my son made me), or in an action figure, she’s amazing. She’s determined, kicks ass, but manages to still be a woman. She’s got hips and an ass; but, her shape is the least of it. Her very nature is what makes her woman. She’s loyal; she loves; she only kicks ass because she cares. She’s who I aspire to be. Brave. Strong. True. Oh, and her hair. If I had her hair for one day of my life, I could die happy.
What are you thankful for today?