Peripheral Neuropathy & Conversation Fatigue?
Hello, all!
The other day, a friend accused me of talking too much about ‘medical stuff.’ (In my defense, I have not only peripheral neuropathy but also the residue of a bad sepsis infection.) My friend smiled as she ‘accused’ me, and I tried not to let what she said get to me. But it did. It bothered me the rest of that day and has trickled into my journal writing every day since.
I boast of not being one who goes on and on about his ‘medical stuff,’ even saying how much it wearies me when someone else goes on and on about their ‘medical stuff.’ (I say this, and yet I recognize––and have written so in my journal––that when people undergoing a common experience have a chance to talk, there is a measure of satisfaction in talking about that shared experience.) I don’t want to be someone who goes on and on (or shows impatience to others who do) because I don’t want to ‘bore’ my friends.
Some might say (and rightly so), ‘A true friend will never be bored!’ I agree.
But in my mind, there is a point where enough becomes enough.
Some months ago, I posted a piece I called ‘One-Trick Pony.’ I have never wanted to become a one-trick pony: a fellow who talks so much about what ails him that he BECOMES what ails him in the privacy of his friends’ minds.
I have peripheral neuropathy, yes––but I am NOT my peripheral neuropathy. I have a few leftover symptoms of a sepsis infection, yes––but I am NOT my leftover symptoms. I am a bundle of many things besides my diseases. (Oh please, I hope I am! :-))
Have others of you wrestled with this issue: Needing to find okay times to talk about what hurts you, but also never wanting to overdo it?
Ray (@ray666)
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You need a good conversation redirect 😁 something like “Hey, how about those Chicago Cubs?” Or “Have you noticed how much it costs to eat out?”.
I was thinking of trying something like, "What's that out in the backyard? It looks like a bear, but it's waaaay too big for a bear."
Hello, @ray666 !
Yeah, good one! Sometimes (okay, a lot of the time) I wish there were a "lol" option for us to select and show we're getting a chuckle out of a comment.
Happy Sunday!
Barb
The old comment on that one was don't ask someone how they are. THEY might tell you iv pn by the way it'was an unknown to me b 4 2019 James ireland
My PN started a year ago in my feet and is now up to my hips. I’ll need a walker soon for balance. Luckily (???????) I have other chronic conditions (RA, Osteoporosis, chronic fatigue and end stage COPD) so I can just say “good day - bad day” and conversation ends! Hoping for a good day for Christmas!
I don’t discuss any health issues anymore unless it’s to inform of something new for them to be aware of. No one but spouse is ever told of disease progressions and even he is unaware of how far the PN is. I haven’t even told my three doctors how bad it is. I’m 76 and on my way out so discussions seem a non issue.
We need one more reaction emoji, a laughing face, don't you think? You people are funny!
Debbie - Oh...I forgot you are in an over 55 community. Guess there is no way of getting away from the questioning. And, being very active in the community, you are no doubt asked about how you are doing. I'd take it that they are concerned and care about you. Ed
Ed - I was at my husband’s Pickleball Club holiday party this weekend and seated by the club president who asked… he couldn’t comprehend how I could not be fixed, how an athlete lost their leg use like I did. I got a very long story how I needed to go to Mayo, how they fixed some very complicated disease or cancer of a relative. It reminded me that “Have you gone to Mayo” is a popular bit of advice, and I think if there’s a chance for help Mayo would be the one to provide it. But as you know, some things are just not solveable yet, even by the best. So as you say. We Keep Moving the best we can.
Hi Debbie ~
I have a good friend with whom I used to work, and often when someone would ask about another's wellbeing, they'd respond not with a word of empathy or encouragement, but with a litany of their own medical woes or treatments or outcomes, or even those they'd heard of. We named this: "How can I make this story my own?" and it always made us grin.
Happy Monday,
Barb
As we used to say, that's the false belief that you are the center of everyone else's universe. 🙂