Nobody wants to hear it. Everybody has their own problems. Itís the same answer every time they ask the question anyway, and if what Iím supposed to say is, ďIím feeling okay,Ē thatís what Iíll say. Itís not that theyíre not genuinely interested in my wellbeing. Itís more that I get tired of sounding like a whiny, complaining wimp.
So, for the record, I have frequent pain all up and down my right arm, and when Iím not in pain Iím on the razorís edge of doing something that will cause the pain to come back. But itís not debilitating pain, and apparently (if Iím reading the doctor right), itís not going to get any better or worse no matter what I do. So I live with it, the way many people with much more severe pain do. The way I look at it, they have a right to complain. I donít.
I havenít made the appointment yet, but Iíll tell the doctor exactly what Iím feeling when I go in for the follow-up. Heís not much interested in a little pain when he has my high blood pressure to deal with. I have news for him, though. My blood pressure has been well within the goal he set almost every time Iíve taken it, even on the most stressful of days. (Okay, it was a little higher today, but it was Monday, and— well, it was Monday. Letís leave it at that.)