The “good” disabled person
I was at the hospital today getting blood work taken and Xrays done on my spine to see what has been causing my back pain that has been going on for 7 years now.
For the longest time, I didn’t want to go to the doctor. I’ve been told time and time again by other people, that I must have injured myself, slept wrong, did something, that I was too young for this kind of pain. I was too young for this kind of pain. Since when has pain become an age thing anyway?
I told this to an old lady in the waiting room when she asked me why I was there. She looked at me and said “Sometimes, the body doesn’t give a damn about how old you are when it chooses to break.”
But yeah, I’ve spent the better part of 7 years acting like nothing was wrong. Pushing beyond my pain, trying to be as independent as possible because I felt I had no other choice. Helping a friend clean her house from top to bottom lest CPS come and take her child away, left me virtually bed ridden in agony for the better part of a week. Raking leaves, washing the floor, household tasks that I *should* be able to do, and am *expected* to do on a routine basis, either get done, to my detriment, or they don’t get done, and I get growled at.
Maybe I need to step up and be more assertive once I get this diagnosis of wtf is wrong with me, maybe. I dunno.