I like this commitment to blogging every night, no matter what. I was inspired by the movie, Julie and Julia, in which Julie not only blogs every night, but prepares an elaborate meal from a Julia Child recipe beforehand. Hell, if she can do that, I can do this.
Today I was in bed all day, sleeping on and off. When I woke up, I felt better – didn’t have the awful headache, but still felt like thinking was tantamount to walking through sludge. It feels scary, and I’m very angry that I was put on this horrific medication, without any indication that it might have such a serious side effect. What the hell is a medication like this doing on the market??? It is not OK to take risks with our very lives.
Tonight my new friend – the one who was my total hero over the weekend, bringing me food and taking me to urgent care — made a joke about how the Creator might be dumbing me down so I could see what it’s like for Gentiles like him. As I expressed to him in an email, I know he was joking, but when it comes to serious health stuff, especially when I’m in the thick of it and frightened, jokes about my condition are really not funny.
In fact, they make me angry. I don’t understand why someone would make light of a person’s suffering. Doctors do it all the damn time. To me, there is only one appropriate response to suffering, and that is compassion.
Again, I know this person totally cares. I don’t doubt that for a second. Just one sentence later, he was already rattling off some supplements I could take to get my brain back in shape, which I appreciated. But still. When I’m injured and frightened, especially about something like losing the essence of my being, it’s just not funny.