Omer and Crohn's
Apr. 27th, 2011 10:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanarillToday is the eighth day of the Omer, which is one week and one day into the Omer.
There is a local support group for Crohn's/Colitis. MW went to the meeting last month, and pestered me into going this month. I did not feel that I would like it, but actually it was not bad. I am not sure I will go again, though. These people were those who had had serious internal bits removed - as in, all of the colon, on some of them. Compared to them, my little shot once every two weeks is nothing, and I felt a little like I didn't belong. They also kept talking about the importance of being positive and not feeling sorry for oneself, but I never did; I was diagnosed on a Tuesday and by Friday I was tired of people giving me sympathies instead of just letting me take my meds and get on with my life.
Finally, MW (who found them) is the kind of person who needs people to talk at, usually at volume into the phone in her annoying on-the-phone voice, but I am not. Talking annoys me, as does background music and anyone who feels the need to leave the TV on for noise. In addition, people annoy me, usually by thinking more slowly than I do*. Sometimes by thinking stupid things, like "if God wants her to live than she will" rather than "if God didn't want her alive we wouldn't have things like hospitals and penicillin." Anyway. Unlike MW, I'm not someone who needs a lot of people, so a support group is kind of superfluous.
Besides, I decided on day one that I was not going to live my life around this disease; I was going to master it and live my life regardless of it. Going to a support group, especially when I don't need it, seems kind of . . . living around Crohn's instead of beating it. So even though it was not a bad experience, I really don't know that I'll go again.
*Not that they are less intelligent than I, because lots of them are brilliant professors. Nor that they know less than I, because lots of them know things I can never hope to understand. They just don't process information as quickly, and time lag it takes for people like that to catch up with me is too short for me to do anything useful while at the same time being long enough to notice. So. Damned. Annoying.
There is a local support group for Crohn's/Colitis. MW went to the meeting last month, and pestered me into going this month. I did not feel that I would like it, but actually it was not bad. I am not sure I will go again, though. These people were those who had had serious internal bits removed - as in, all of the colon, on some of them. Compared to them, my little shot once every two weeks is nothing, and I felt a little like I didn't belong. They also kept talking about the importance of being positive and not feeling sorry for oneself, but I never did; I was diagnosed on a Tuesday and by Friday I was tired of people giving me sympathies instead of just letting me take my meds and get on with my life.
Finally, MW (who found them) is the kind of person who needs people to talk at, usually at volume into the phone in her annoying on-the-phone voice, but I am not. Talking annoys me, as does background music and anyone who feels the need to leave the TV on for noise. In addition, people annoy me, usually by thinking more slowly than I do*. Sometimes by thinking stupid things, like "if God wants her to live than she will" rather than "if God didn't want her alive we wouldn't have things like hospitals and penicillin." Anyway. Unlike MW, I'm not someone who needs a lot of people, so a support group is kind of superfluous.
Besides, I decided on day one that I was not going to live my life around this disease; I was going to master it and live my life regardless of it. Going to a support group, especially when I don't need it, seems kind of . . . living around Crohn's instead of beating it. So even though it was not a bad experience, I really don't know that I'll go again.
*Not that they are less intelligent than I, because lots of them are brilliant professors. Nor that they know less than I, because lots of them know things I can never hope to understand. They just don't process information as quickly, and time lag it takes for people like that to catch up with me is too short for me to do anything useful while at the same time being long enough to notice. So. Damned. Annoying.
