"Just try to do fun things", he says.
He does not understand that those fun things
stopped being fun when the pain became relentless.
He does not understand that one hour of having fun
means at least one full day of recovering from said "fun".
He does not understand that simply taking a shower
has drained me of any and all energy,
and the fun I hopes to have won't happen because of it.
He does not understand that insurance
refusing the cover cost of tests and treatments
means fun will always come at a price
neither my body nor my wallet can afford.
He does not understand why this news about my insurance
has left me emotionally devastated,
the exhaustion so complete
that I cannot even explain to this well-meaning young man that,
as well-intentioned as his advice may be,
it only makes me feel even more alone.
In the end,
I simply do not respond.
ⓒ J.M. Hofschneider
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