Being well is such a tricky thing, having a unique definition for each individual. I suppose for me it would be a day composed of more laughter than angst, a day with a satisfactory ending. It would not be a day free of anxiety, pain or fatigue, for those do not exist in my world anymore. Thus wellness has become more a state of mind than body.
Therefore when I go to the doctors and get a lecture about being up around when I am running a fever or some such thing, I can only look at them with wonder and ask myself how was I to know that I actually had a virus, when each and every moment of each and every day I feel like those little buggers are running rampant down to the tips of my toenails in glee at my expense, regardless of whether they are present or not.
It is really difficult to explain to someone who does not get it, that if I let feeling unwell keep my home in bed, I would never go anywhere, and since I am griping here perhaps it would be nice for doctors to understand that I would rather be crazy than ill, so they are actually telling me something I want to hear when they rule out some horrific disease and tell me there is nothing wrong with me.
For therein lies hope, being crazy that is, for that, God willing, I have a chance to overcome!