Analytical follow-up to all the posts about sickness.

[rivka]

wcg stopped by to spend time with me Saturday evening, and he seemed quite shocked by how sick I was. "I'm better today than I was yesterday or Thursday," I said, and he was shocked again. So then I was shocked - hadn't I been posting over and over again to my LJ about how I was incredibly, insanely, frighteningly sick?

Today I went back and looked. Actually, I hadn't. I'd posted a lot of things about my symptoms and what the doctor said and how frustrated I was, but I never said that I was sick enough to wonder whether I should be in the hospital. I never said I was afraid I would have a coughing fit in the bathtub, pass out, and drown. I never said that I was afraid to do anything but lie still when I was home alone. I never said that there was a point at which I was too sick to make myself a cup of tea. My posts sound like things were always basically under control, and they weren't. And yet I wasn't trying to "fake good." I was trying to be straightforward without being too whiny.

So wcg wasn't unobservant - I was underreporting. Huh. This is particularly interesting because it's been a subject of some tension between us before, on emotional issues - in that there have been times when I've been quite upset and he hasn't perceived the full extent of it. Although it's true that I don't want to be a drama queen, obviously I need to give more careful attention to the possibility that when things are bad for me I may not be communicating everything I intend to communicate.

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[rivka.livejournal.com]

I honestly don't quite think you were entirely "there"... not delirious, but disassociated?

This seems like a good observation. I really didn't feel entirely aware - it was kind of a distant, dampened, underwater feeling. I brought Misha to my doctor's appointment on Friday because I had no confidence that I would be able to understand and remember what was said to me - and rightfully so. Might've also made me an ineffective communicator, yeah.