I live with a lot of pain. Ouch. That hurt me just to write. I don’t talk publicly about pain for a reason. I don’t talk about it because I know that 1/2 the general public will offer me all kinds of hopes and remedies and diagnosis from their own experience and expertise. It irritates me so much that I keep my mouth shut.
I know I shouldn’t eat sugar. I know I should exercise more. I know what natural remedies are out there and that the prescriptions I have to take could cause blindness, obesity, weight loss, hyperactivity, tiredness, dismemberment, and death. (a bit of sarcasm). I know that Jesus is the Great Physician, and He can heal. I know, I know, I know.
So, I get tight-lipped and angry when people offer their solutions.
But, I do think I’ve been selfish.
I’ve learned a lot from pain that I think is worth sharing.
So I’m gonna. I won’t like it if you send me your Grandma’s snake oil, but I will respect and admire your need for fixing others. More tomorrow.