Waiting for Life to Begin
Sometimes I feel like that’s all I do.
Wait.
The life of a person with chronic illness is full of waiting.
Waiting for the abortive meds to kick in so the migraine will go away.
Waiting in bed to recover from the migraine once it’s actually gone.
Waiting four weeks for the appointment with the neurologist.
Waiting four hours for the migraine infusion to finish.
Waiting eight weeks for the happy pills to kick in.
Waiting for that positive ovulation test…that never came.
Waiting for that positive pregnancy test…that never came.
Waiting for the appointment with the reproductive endocrinologist.
Waiting for the lab results.
Waiting for the MRI.
Waiting for the side effects from the medication to go away…though they never did.
Waiting for the pain meds to kick in.
Waiting nine weeks for surgery.
Waiting for recovery from surgery.
Waiting to get symptomatic enough that a neurosurgeon would agree to see me.
Waiting eight weeks for (another) surgery.
Waiting for recovery from (another) surgery…still waiting.
It’s all just a big waiting game…
And anyone who can tell me what musical the title of my post is from (without looking it up) gets a cyber hug. Hint: it’s a line in a song, but also part of the title of the song. I’m waiting…
?ribbonrx
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I know the pain of waiting all to well. I wait for appointments and get my hopes up only for them to be dashed so often. Sometimes I don’t know whether to even hope anymore. No one else has hope for me anymore either. It’s been 3 & 1/2 years of misery. If it’s not one thing it’s something else. I’m so sorry you’re going through this & pray for you daily. One of these days you’re going to have a breakthrough in all of this. I look forward to reading your posts because I can identify with you & want you to feel like yourself & have all the things you want in life.
Thank you! It’s easy to get down on ourselves, isn’t it? With all this stuff we go through…I hope you can get some relief soon too!