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Nobody wants to hear it. Everybody has their own problems. It’s the same answer every time they ask the question anyway, and if what I’m supposed to say is, “I’m feeling okay,” that’s what I’ll say. It’s not that they’re not genuinely interested in my wellbeing. It’s more that I get tired of sounding like a whiny, complaining wimp.
So, for the record, I have frequent pain all up and down my right arm, and when I’m not in pain I’m on the razor’s edge of doing something that will cause the pain to come back. But it’s not debilitating pain, and apparently (if I’m reading the doctor right), it’s not going to get any better or worse no matter what I do. So I live with it, the way many people with much more severe pain do. The way I look at it, they have a right to complain. I don’t.
I haven’t made the appointment yet, but I’ll tell the doctor exactly what I’m feeling when I go in for the follow-up. He’s not much interested in a little pain when he has my high blood pressure to deal with. I have news for him, though. My blood pressure has been well within the goal he set almost every time I’ve taken it, even on the most stressful of days. (Okay, it was a little higher today, but it was Monday, and— well, it was Monday. Let’s leave it at that.) |
