Today’s WickedWednesday prompt is “What Would You Do With Three Wishes?”.
First, some preamble. I’m good at that. And a statement that this is not a pityfest, really not.
Some time ago, somebody asked Silverdrop what she would do with 24 hours of being completely fit and healthy again. Her answer was something along the lines of “I’d refuse it.”. Why did she say this? Why am I in complete agreement with her? It’s actually quite simple: because knowing that everything would go back to normal (pain, fatigue, sensory overload and more) after the 24 hours is such an emotionally painful thought that neither of us would want the gift.
That may sound crazy to fit and healthy people, but I suspect people living with pain might understand.
From the outside, especially to people who have never met us, our lives might look pretty shitty. We’re in the house most of the time (our car, purchased new a year ago, has just 3,100 miles on the clock), both in pain, Silverdrop also has chronic fatigue thrown into that mix. We couldn’t even make it 30 miles to the launch of the new Cara Sutra selection last week, although we really, really wanted to.
But you know what? We’re both happy, positive, giving and loving people (not just to each other). We get on with, and love our life, because what’s the alternative? Nothing palatable, thankyouverymuch.
So three wishes? No thanks. I’d give them to somebody else, because the the thought of what to do with them is just too painful, and shines a light into corners of our health issues that we sort of ignore because it is too emotionally hurtful to think about them in any detail.