An unnamed reader writes:
I've had pain for years but due to being uninsured + in the United States
("greatest medical system in the world," I laughed when I found out people
called it that) I've never been diagnosed with anything. I know that I have bone
spurs in my feet. I hope I don't have arthritis, because my whole career is
based on my ability to move, and if I lose my career I have nothing.
My
best theory is that my cartilage was so worn down by the schedule I had to
follow when I was trafficked that the bones began to grind together. I worked
20-22 hours a day every day for years. Every time I used to take a step the
bones would grind. I just got used to it. There are no gadgets that help this,
however I find it is very important to stay warm enough and I have rice bags
that I heat up and use to soothe the joints. I'd say my greatest gadget is my
pain tolerance, which is very very high.
I would not choose a visible
illness over this. If I had a visible illness, I'd never be hired, and the
amount of sympathy from other people would not be great enough to cover the
loss. People would see my illness before they saw my accomplishments, I think,
and things like that really annoy me.
If I could change one thing, I'd
make the United States have a universal free health care system. I'll pay more
taxes, certainly would be lower than the $200/month I would pay for private
insurance if I had money like that.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
NICIAW - Pain
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