Can we talk today about bee stings?
For the record, I am not talking about literal bee stings. Most everyone in my life is aware that I have some autoimmune stuff. And if you have ever heard the saying, “If you have one autoimmune disease, chances are high you will have several,” it’s true.
Normally, I am relatively private about my health stuff-but for the purpose of this post..
When I got my first diagnosis it was in 2015, and surprisingly to me, it was given to me from my eye doctor. After this, almost everyone I knew responded to me with, “Oh my goodness, girl! This is the worst thing!” What?! I certainly had a bad day after, maybe a week…or two. But today I walked into my doctor’s office to do an appointment for injections (did you catch that? I walked….) passing several people in wheelchairs. My “bad days” could be sooooooo much worse. I have a total of ridiculously bad pain maybe a total of a couple of weeks a year. Don’t misunderstand me, the bad days are bad….but they pass. Because of that, I call my condition a bee sting.
Crap happens, folks. If you are blessed to keep living, you will keep running the risk of bad things happening. Welcome to the World, Lovelies.
Things happen. Diagnoses might occur, we lose people we love, jobs end, and friendships fade, etc. I am most certainly not trying to discredit anyone’s hard times or anyone’s feelings.
What I am saying is when bad things happen, don’t run from them. Feel the feelings, (see? I knew the therapist in me was bound to come out here somewhere) so cry if you need to, be mad, confused, concerned, or upset and be down for however long you need. But don’t stay there. Because we are blessed, so blessed, enough to wake up the next day with a new chance to live (and I hope also love) life. Don’t waste that. Don’t be so paralyzed by the bad that you forget the good.
Bee stings, suck. They hurt a teeny bit and you feel them. But the pain only lasts for a minute. With this knowledge, we have a choice to make. Please don’t dwell, sweet friends. Heal.