My goodness, Jayne, this is a tough, tough read but so full of insight. Thank you as ever for your generosity in being so honest about such horrendous past experiences.
Thank you Clare. I should have put a content warning on it! I forget I’m not as squeamish as most. That’ll be another consequence of that kind of childhood 😂
Oh it’s fine on my account, I was just empathising with you and so much physical pain. But yes, we had that kind of upbringing too. It has its drawbacks – my late sister found it impossible to reveal just how distressed she was when she went to her GP with depression after losing an important job for complicated reasons; as a result she was just told to go for long walks, whereas her husband was put on medication to help him with the streess of his wife being unemployed! And I didn’t cry at the hospital when I was mugged and pushed to the ground … so I was sent away without an X-ray and it was only a week later that my GP (a better one than my sisters!) guessed correctly that I had broken my pelvis, just from the way I was limping across the reception area to his surgery. He sent me back to the hospital - in the meantime kind friends from church had been doing things like taking me for walks around our local rose garden to cheer me up after a distressing encounter, while I politely gritted my teeth through excruciating pain!
It was, worse than childbirth which is saying something, but it did dramatically improve in almost exactly ten weeks, which was what the sensible GP predicted.
My goodness, Jayne, this is a tough, tough read but so full of insight. Thank you as ever for your generosity in being so honest about such horrendous past experiences.
Thank you Clare. I should have put a content warning on it! I forget I’m not as squeamish as most. That’ll be another consequence of that kind of childhood 😂
Oh it’s fine on my account, I was just empathising with you and so much physical pain. But yes, we had that kind of upbringing too. It has its drawbacks – my late sister found it impossible to reveal just how distressed she was when she went to her GP with depression after losing an important job for complicated reasons; as a result she was just told to go for long walks, whereas her husband was put on medication to help him with the streess of his wife being unemployed! And I didn’t cry at the hospital when I was mugged and pushed to the ground … so I was sent away without an X-ray and it was only a week later that my GP (a better one than my sisters!) guessed correctly that I had broken my pelvis, just from the way I was limping across the reception area to his surgery. He sent me back to the hospital - in the meantime kind friends from church had been doing things like taking me for walks around our local rose garden to cheer me up after a distressing encounter, while I politely gritted my teeth through excruciating pain!
Ouch! Broken pelvis sounds horrendous.
It was, worse than childbirth which is saying something, but it did dramatically improve in almost exactly ten weeks, which was what the sensible GP predicted.
The book of Job tells a similar tale (kind of) - but at *much* greater length! 😁
Yeah, I love those passages about his dental implant. (😂)
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