I am not helpless…
04 Sep 2008 Leave a Comment
in personal
I keep repeating this mantra to myself, over and over, as I struggle for a solid foothold on unstable ground. I flit from doctor to doctor hoping I will find relief from the pain and fatigue of Fibromyalgia, but to no avail. These doctors are like the mechanic who opens the hood of a car, peers in and sees that everything is in its proper place. He then closes the hood, saying, “well, everything looks in order,” and never looks any deeper. Meanwhile, water and oil have mixed inside the engine, and you know something is wrong, but are powerless to convince him that he must dig deeper into the problem. Instead, he tells you to try waving a talisman over the hood every morning for the next two weeks and your car will feel better.
You know it’s bullshit, and in the case of your car, if you’re determined enough, you can fix it yourself. It’s not quite the same as knowing there’s something deeply, inherently wrong with you and not being able to get relief.
