In Sickness and In Health: But Mostly Sickness
Written by Mrs. Graves (Graves disease Patient)
When we met I had never heard of you before. I didn’t like your name, “Graves’ ” from the get go. But, there are many strange names now days. You made me tremble and anxious right away. I did not even realize it was you making my heart beat so fast. Before I knew it you had moved into my home and completely took over my life. You had me going in circles. I did not know if I was coming or going. One minute I felt good and the next I was mad at the world. You isolated me from my family and friends. I didn’t want them around and because of you, they did not want to be around me any more. You disrupted my life and even my sleep, every chance you got.Somethings you did to me made me run to the toilet more often than I want to remember.
It was not enough that you played with my emotions. You made me cry, you made me mad and you stopped me from even driving my car. You stopped me from going out in the sunshine. You even made me pay dearly for enjoying bright lights or a simple breeze. Because of you I had to wear sunglass’s day and night. You made me so ugly, I could not even look at myself in the mirror. You hate to see me at a normal weight. You like for me to be skinny or fat.
Did i tell you how you make my skin crawl? And I hate what you have done to my hair, what little you left me. You are a Royal pain in the ass and everywhere else. You get me so stressed out I think I am going crazy. Even though I zapped you with radiation, your presents lingers in my home. I just can’t get rid of you. I can get support and learn how to live with you. I can learn to make this unhealthy relationship work better for me. I can make myself feel better, while you sit, in the corner while I go about my life. Nobody wants you , who can blame them. But, once you move in, it is impossible to make you leave. You are sure not any fun. You can depress a saint.
I did not ask you here or ask you to stay, but here we are together for the rest of our lives. In sickness and in health, from this day forward with no divorce in sight. I can’t stand you , but you are all mine.
Call me MRS. Graves’