I feel a bit of a wimp after hearing your story.
Oh, I wouldn't, Y! It's a truly miserable experience, no matter what level it's at or how long you suffer it. It's funny though, isn't it, how we try to force perspective on ourselves at times like this? Through all the weeks of pain I was suffering, the sleepless nights, the wandering around like a zombie (I really do NOT do well if I don't get my sleep <G>), not getting things done (my damn bathroom has been half-painted for three weeks now
), chewing lukewarm food (urgh)...I kept feeling guilty about whining about it because 'there are people suffering far worse than this in the world, for pity's sake!' Yet, we really shouldn't be that hard on ourselves, should we?
And as many times as people tell me that you shouldn't run from a dog... tell me... if you were walking up to someone's porch and a dog lunged out of a doghouse on the porch (that you thought was empty) and came running at you (almost at eye level) barking and snapping... wouldn't you run?
Absolutely! I think that's as an instinctive, reflexive action as the dog chasing!
Haven't had time to fully read the rest of these posts - but will do later this afternoon.
LabRat
