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Living With Chronic Pain: Humor
Laughter really can be the best medicine………..
I am basically probably the most sarcastic person you know. I have almost made it an art form. I do know the difference between sarcastic and mean (which a lot of people don’t). I am a people watcher. I am actually pretty anti-social which is funny because my jobs always pertain to me having to deal with people and working in a group setting. So maybe I am not anti-social but masochistic. LOL
I have loosened up over the years but lately due to a lot of my life circumstances I can feel the old “hermit” Jen creeping back. I have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that not every one feels the same about life as I do. I was told by a well renowned witch that I was empathic. It was a clarifying moment in my life because it explained a lot about my dealings with people. Confrontation with people causes me actual health issues, grief is overwhelming and if some one is upset I feel too much sympathy sometimes. I have had severe anxiety since as far back as I can remember and looking back I now wonder how much of that was my own and how much was it other’s anxiety.
Any way, to get to the title of this post, humor. Humor and sarcasm are how I have navigated through life. The ability to laugh at
myself and be self-deprecating I feel has kept me grounded, kept me from taking myself too seriously. Fortunately, my kids have also inherited this trait. I can not tell you how many people have approached me and told me how hysterical my kids are, how self aware and laid-back they are. 🙂 Makes me smile. I think the ability to laugh at ones self keep bad things away. I try hard not to let others effect me. When I see some one be nasty or abusive to some one I think “It must be hard to be them. To carry all that hate and anger“. I’m no angel. I have my moments. The pain of having fibro can sometimes be so overwhelming, so angering that you just want to lash out at whoever is standing next to you. That’s where humor comes into play. When I feel that way I hop online and talk to my friends, old & new. One of the best things I have done for myself in my life (besides my kids) is surround myself with good people. People who appreciate me, sarcasm and all. Fibro sometimes makes me a bad friend, but since I have found good friends, they don’t care.
Some people have it worse than me. I can handle the pain for now. It means I am alive. I’ve accepted my new normal. It is part of me now.
So I will leave you with a little humor that pulled me out of a small pity party I was throwing for myself………………………
