If I could pick my pain

Yesterday was one of those days that would have worked out better if I hadn't woke up sick. The pain was terrible, I didn't want to move, not even to get the much needed pain reliever. It was just a walk down the hall but even that seemed like a marathon at the time. I lay there for several minutes willing the pain away, then willing myself to get up, to go get the medicine.
Oddly enough, I had a migraine. It wasn't my tummy. In fact, I'd have to say in comparison, my tummy felt wonderful.
See, I'm a whimp when it comes to a headache.
I can't stand how your entire head radiates at every little sound or how nauseated you feel with every move. I loath the way your neck feels tight and your eyes want to pop out of your head.
My husband tells me I handle Crohns with such grace. I appreciate that he views me that way but in truth, it's been a learning curve, an acceptance of what is and what will be. I do not say that with any glimmer of defeat.
See, we all have our pains and we all have our tolerances. Call me crazy, but I'd take Crohns over a migraine any day...if I could pick my pain.

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