You Never Feel Good

My husband said this to me two Sundays ago and it has had a profound effect on me.

My grandmother was a hypochondriac. She never felt good. She doctor shopped. She had more pills than I could count. There were okay days and bad days. She was angry and temperamental. I vowed to avoid all those things.

I have, obviously, failed. I got up about 4:00 with an earache. I didn’t say anything. I just must stop complaining. I do not want anyone to have to put up with what I did as a child.

I have to find a balance. I do have legitimate, provable health issues and deal with chronic pain but that does not mean I need to share those things as often as I do.

Many months ago, I said “share where safe”. That applies to this situation, too.