Monday, November 7, 2011
Bringing back an oldie but goodie
Since I just tracked down this post for someone, I thought it was worth a re-read (or a first-time read for those who are new subscribers).
I can't begin to tell you how many people over the years have told me to stop whining because they know someone with CFS (and a husband) and her house is always clean, she never complains about missing meals, she functions ever so much better than I claim to ... without these people ever catching the irony that the reason that Mary doesn't have to complain to other people in order to get sympathy (or help) is because John makes a point of telling people when she's in terrible pain, and because John sees to it that her needs are met, the house is clean, food appears at mealtime, etc.
The last time anyone ever gave me a bedbath, I was 6 years old and in the hospital after surgery. I can't remember the last time I had a meal brought to me in bed, because even if I call out for pizza, I still have to be able to drag myself to the front door to accept delivery.
When you're single -- voluntarily or involuntarily -- you can't count on anyone helping with those little niceties of life. You learn to live with the clutter, to not fret too much about the same sheets having been on the bed for weeks, and that the nutritional value of PopTarts stashed under the bed is far superior to the nutritional value of organic veggies rotting in the fridge because you can't walk far enough to retrieve them from the kitchen to eat.