A short snippet of an average month.
It's good days and bad. It's struggling to get out of bed and feeling accomplished when you make it to the sofa. It's a shower only now being contemplated after 3 hours in the fetal position. It's being surprisingly grateful that the build up of a flare happened during the week, and the peak over the weekend. It's being thankful for not having to face anyone as you draw the blinds on your day off. It's making best friends with a hot water bottle. It's sciatic, leg and pelvic pain. It's shaky sweaty hands and feeling weak. It's learning that you've lived with this for years believing it was normal and only finding out after a miscarriage followed by a diagnosing surgery. It's sobbing into a pillow for hours at a time. It's going to your GP to be given "birth control" for the pain. It's being told there is no cure. It's knowing more about your illness than your own doctors do, because you've been living with it. It's making it through the day and praying tomorrow will be different. It's being paranoid that people won't believe your pain is real because on the outside you look "normal". It's having a support group of family and loved ones to lean on. It's having Endosisters and knowing that you're not special and you're not alone. It's knowing the flare won't last forever and a good day is just around the corner. But most importantly.... It's knowing you're a WARRIOR!
