Sometimes with being sick, I feel like I live in a different world. A world consumed with pills, doctors, and all things medical. The real world is a distant fairy tale. Attempting to budget time according to pain, fatigue, and symptoms. Even the simplest task must be carefully planned out. Planning is necessary but can be destroyed in an instant.
In this alternative universe, my health is the dictator. Rebelling would only make things more difficult. Taped and chained, the wall crumbled, oh the pain.
Occasionally, I try to sneak out to visit the real world, to be normal. These short visits never go as planned. Rebellious excitement floods my veins as I begin talking to someone. But Conversations quickly die when you are from another universe. The spoons are sucked out of my grip. It becomes easier to sit back and observe. Blending in is difficult. As time waltzes away, I realize how different those not citizens of the spoonie world function.
The spoonie world isn’t all bad, it is filled with the most inspiring people you can encounter.Each stroy, is more beautiful and devastating than the last. Our problems are deeper than what most people are age deal with such as heartbreaks, parties, all-nighters, and peer pressure. We deal with the lastest hospitalization, biopsies, surgeries, and medical testing. Like normal college kids, we cry together and laugh together. We adjust to the Spoonie world challenges and beauty alike becoming stronger daily.