Shout out to Invisibly Me for alerting me to our special week. (Today I’m using this in lieu of the usual prompts.) I note that migraines are at the top of the invisible disabilities list ~ what a great honor, lol. But I don’t want to neglect any of my other issues ~ I also have chronic neck and back pain.
Are those disabilities? Well, they prevent me from walking more than about three miles at a time, so I have to plan events carefully and decline quite a few. I can’t stand in long lines either. And it’s difficult for me to sit for more than a few minutes on benches without backs, like at stadiums. Regardless of how careful I am, I wake up every morning with a bunch of lower back pain that eases a little after a hot shower and some moving around. I realize many people have it so much worse, and I may too eventually. It’s definitely worse than it was ~ five years ago I could walk five miles and only be somewhat sore.
But my main disability is migraine disease, which is invisible and afflicts millions. Luckily for us, the drug companies are always trying to come up with new meds to help our suffering, since there’s so much money on the table. I take Topamax twice a day and Sumatriptan as needed. I also take ibuprofen pretty much daily for my achies. Sometimes I can divert a migraine with extra strength Excedrin instead of the Suma, which is great, since insurance allows only 9 Suma per month. I get a few migraines per week, though they generally are not the agonizing kind some sufferers have. They’re just painful, nauseating, and annoying.
As an aside, these issues layered on top of all my bad experiences with narcissists, liars, nutballs, and stalkers, and added to my own emotional bruises, have formed themselves into a barbed wire stay away cake that lurks in my attic whenever I peek in to see if any of my romantic frocks are ready to be tried on again. Oh well. The thing about cakes is they can’t be unbaked.
I try not to brood and spiral into sadness over these issues, though occasionally I do. Instead, I tell myself I’m lucky and should feel thankful and grateful. This isn’t because I’m comparing myself to others who have it worse and going neener neener, but because objectively speaking I can take stock of the good things in my life and focus on them. If I forget, there’s always a loud meow and a paw smooshed in my eye at 5am to remind me.