I have learnt to live with my disease.
I have learnt to live with my disease. Over the years I have accommodated it, just like how you may at times be a gracious host to your guests, families and friends and do your best to accommodate them. Except my guest has stayed on for quite some time now- unannounced and is really testing my patience. I have taken hot water bags, painkillers, pills, extra socks and panties, pantyliners, spare change, sanitary pads and tampons, my ‘safe’ towel/blanket (it’s my little towel or blanket that gives me comfort in times of pain- I need it around me to be calm), hot water kettles, special food, buckets and warm clothing to a lot of places that I have traveled to. People laugh at me and make fun of my ‘bubu’ (aka nanna) ways- but I do this because of this disease. This post will be an ‘overkill’, my vent for the day/week/month/ year – something along those lines. Anyways back to this disease that I have learnt to live with. Ever since I was a teenager, I have had regular