The Best Description of Living with A Chronic Illness You Will Ever Read. Ever.

Okay, maybe not ever.  But how about the best description of living with a chronic illness that you will read for the next fifteen minutes?  

Are you healthy?  Have you ever wondered what it is like living with a chronic illness like scleroderma?  Watch the movie Ground Hog Day.

It’s no secret I believe Harold Ramis was brilliant, But I never really knew how brilliant, until I watched Ground Hog with my ten year old son.  Bill Murray’s character, Phil was having his worst day ever, over and over.  Things eventually got better for Phil, but not until he figured  out how to be happy, no matter what his circumstances.  (Yeah, I know it’s an old movie and you probably got this message back in the 1990’s, but this is still new to me.  So please humor me and read on.)

I can’t speak for everyone with a chronic illness, just me, and for me, it has been Ground Hog Day since 1994.  Every day, I wake up feeling okay, then I try to use my hands, or I get another weird diagnosis, or I am forced to train another doctor. Providing me plenty of food to nurture that garden of resentment and anger I tend  in my heart.

Let’s be honest, I’m a bitch.
Like Phil, I do not want to make friends with people who I do not wish to relate to, like other patients with scleroderma.  There, I said it.  I don’t want to get together with other patients who have scleroderma simply because we have scleroderma.  I would love to get together with other patients who have scleroderma and go to a movie, hiking or a root canal.  Anything but talking about living with scleroderma.    And yet here I am writing about how I hate talking about scleroderma while I’m talking about having scleroderma.  You see, it’s not really about the other people in my life.  I just don’t like being in this situation.

Like Phil, I had to stop and be present in my environment, find something I enjoy and then do it.  My problem was that I hated my environment so much, I wouldn’t stick around.  Have you noticed I have been moving every single year since 2009?  My family has, and I just got the memo.  I’m running from something.  But this year, I decided to stop running.  hen I watched Ground Hog Day for the 5oth time and related.  I still haven’t figured it all out yet.  But I have figured out I too could be that “nice young man from the motor club.”  I’m just not there yet.  And that’s cool too.  Or maybe I am there and I don’t know it.

I can fight situations all we want.  But then the time comes when I  need to stop driving angry, and today will be tomorrow.  Confused?  Me too.  So, why not  curl up on the couch and watch a classic Harold Ramis movie.  it makes everything better.  Have some popcorn, and don’t be stingy with the butter.