I remember lying in a hospital bed the first time I hurt my back badly, in tears, waiting for my MRI slides to come back, and saying to my dad,Ā āBut what if they donāt find anything?ā I was only 20, but I already understood something fundamental about our system: it is ready, willing, and primed to disbelieve people who say they hurt or feel wrong. It wasnāt like those TV shows where the doctors vowed to get to the bottom of whatever obscure disease or ailment was causing so much pain and hurt; it wasĀ āwe already hold you under the highest suspicion for daring to be young and in pain, and weāre going to assume youāre full of shit until there is indisputable evidence to the contrary, but we are not going to go out of our way to find that evidence because your insurance will only cover the most basic of tests, so your choices are continue to suffer or shoulder the crippling medical expense of the extra tests yourself.āĀ
When the surgeon came in and gave me his speech about having assumed there was a mix-up in the slides because there wasĀ āno wayā a back as bad on film as mine belonged to someone my age, I was terrified, sure, but I was also relieved, because ten minutes prior to that, the nurses had brought in a PCA morphine pump.Ā Prior to that, the on-call doctor assigned to my case had refused to give me anything for pain, condemning me (without even seeing me) on the grounds of my youth and my complaint, even though my primary doctor had direct-admitted me for the express purpose of pain control. When they rolled that pump in, the only thing they said was,Ā āWe got your MRI slides. Theyāve referred you to the surgeon. Heāll be in shortly.āĀ
I didnāt know what was wrong, but I knew something had to be. Theyād foundĀ something. Which, no, wasnāt good, but it meant 1) I was finally, finallyĀ getting pain relief, and 2) they would start taking me seriously and work to figure out what was wrong.
No, I donāt want to have chronic back pain. No, it hasnāt been fun, or exciting, or made me feelĀ āspecialā to be disabled. Mostly it sucks that I canāt do the things I want to do.Ā
But what sucks worse, and what happens to so many peopleĀ in chronic pain and illness, is the cause of their pain and illness isnāt immediately obvious, so theyāre told theyāre imagining it. Theyāre told itās all in their heads, because theĀ ātests are normal.ā It gets to the point where you start to question your own sanity. You start to disbelieve the signs of your own body. You start to wonder if maybe theyāre right, and you ARE just imagining it, even when youāre doubled over in pain, weeping and gasping because it hurts so much and you just want to know why.Ā
So yeah. Fuck this idea ofĀ āwe want to be sick.ā We donāt wantĀ to be sick; we areĀ sick and we want to know why and what to do about it.
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