Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Bad Times are Not So Bad
Then I realized that I'm complaining, at full bore (pun intended), about a work situation. Just like I used to do in the pre-illness, pre-pain days. I was immersed in the actions and reactions of a scenario that had nothing to do with doctors or medication or waiting. Everything that was happening was immediate. I was a player, not a recipient. I was suffering from the interpersonal, not the biological.
The biggest gift my illness has given me is the gift of perspective. In contrast to the awfulness of the bad times and the pain-filled days, work stress is a walk in the park.
Has this ever happened to you -- where your or your partner's illness cast a different perspective on a work or other life situation?