Good & Bad Lessons Of Suffering With Bad Health. by Lovey Blog entry

Blog: adfkjhgfdsan
by Lovey

Good & Bad Lessons Of Suffering With Bad Health.

Lessons I've learned through my bad health.

Date: 7/5/2005 3:42:24 AM ( 19 y ) ... viewed 4493 times

I'm going to start with the bad lessons I've learned & save the good lessons for last.

BAD LESSONS:

People do not understand--When attempting to explain my health problems, they cannot grasp that the possiblilty exists because they've never heard of such a thing before. Infact, they prefer to believe I'm a little crazy. I'm sure that's a lot more amuzing than trying to understand and show compassion.

People notice flaws in other people and don't notice flaws in themselves..Or maybe they do and they wan't to steer the focus away from their problems and concern themselves with mine to make themselves feel better. Most of the people who make fun of me tend to have a large flaw of their own, like an excessively high or low body weight, or a gaping hole in their personal character that they don't themselves see.

Never assume anything. This is the biggest lesson I've learned. I used to get along with everyone. I was never really social or a smoozer(sp?), but I was kind and good looking for a girl next door type. I had some friends and acquatances who I thought would not only accept & understand my problem, but would defend me against those who would hurt me. That is not what happened. 98% of them turned on me, leaving only a couple angels sent from heaven to show me there is some kindness left in the world.

It's really true how people relish in other people's mysery! When I was healthy, people smiled; when my health got bad; friends and aquaintences avoided me, when my health seriously declined, my "friends" laughed right in my face, basking in the pain they were inflicting on me..making them look wonderful in comparison.

Obviously ended my social life. I didn't even want to go to the store because I stunk so bad I could clean out line at the cash register. I was a terrified hermit that only wanted to go home and lock myself away.

I was lonely and wanted to die.

I was faced with not only one problem, but many(as most of us are in Cure Zone). I lost my looks, my healthy body weight, hair, my beautiful skin that smelled good, my healthy mouth & digestive system. It was replaced with symptoms that made me nothing more than a gasacious space cadet with a poor memory and and a body that felt like a complete dud.

Good Things I've Learned/Experienced Through Bad Health.

I learned about health. I have an interest and an insiders understanding of how the body works, why things can go wrong and how to fix them naturally.

Respect my body. I think of my body now as almost another person...because my mind wants one thing, but my body expects another. The job of my mind is to satisfy the body at all costs. At first I thought I was a slave to my body, but now I give to my body and my body gives back to me.

Stronger. My skin is thicker than it was before. I was so hurt when people would make fun of me right in front of my face and I would just sit and cry at my desk until I had enough and truly realized that I am just as much of a person as they are. I'm human too; I'm special too and I deserve respect. Teasing me may make them feel better, but it doesn't truly make them better. It makes me better because I would never treat anybody so cruel as they have done to me.

Learn to love myself. This is a hard thing many of us go through, especially us stinkers and people with gas. If you have the same problems I have, you know people will be heartless and you'll see how little people really care when you are down at your lowest. So love yourself. Know that you deserve what you want and need. Don't give up.

Mature--Going through something so tough teaches you a lot and makes you wiser.

Most doctors are quacks--plain and simple. I don't think they have a clue about
actual health. They spend their entire education learning what are the best pills to push.

Prescription drugs are as bad as illegal drugs. Think about it. A lot of the illegal drugs out there can also be obtained through going to your doctor. Or, you can get other prescriptions that are equally as nasty as illegal drugs. That's how Elvis died. I grew up hearing, "Just Say No", from Nancy Reagan concerning illegal drugs. Had I known about the dire dangers of prescription medication, I would never have ended up in this mess.

Forced to depend on myself. It's simple. Not many people believed me or cared about my health. I could have dropped dead and I bet they would have blamed it on something else altogether. I'm not trying to sound harsh or get pitty, but it's been hard and that's no joke. If I didn't find Curezone and begin to improve my health, I am sure I wouldn't have my job right now and I bet I'd be dead or dying of cancer.

Thanks Curezone!

Lovey