So, I've mentioned previously that I will read anything (except romance and westerns) depending upon my mood. For the past year or so, I've really been "into" horror novels: zombies, werewolves, vampires, ghosts. You name it: If it's got gore and bodily fluids as part of its narrative, I'm there. Although I think I've always been a bit of a ghoul (I've loved Stephen King from the earliest I can remember), I think I like horror right now for two main reasons:
- It's at least slightly comforting to think of a world in which I could be worrying about having my arm gnawed off, my brain eaten, or my body besieged by blood-sucking leeches than it is to think about the pain and complications of RA. I mean, in horror, things definitely get worse. So in that situation, who gives a shit if you have RA?
- In horror, you're always fighting, at the basest level, for survival of the organism -- maybe even survival of the species. There's no "quality of life" crap to think about when life is distilled to its very essence.
Anyway, in my latest horror novel ("High Bloods" by John Farris; it's a werewolf rag), I was sort of caught up by one of the quotations the author uses at the beginning of his novel. From Samuel Johnson: "He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man."
Since reading that quotation, I've been thinking about how "beastly" people with chronic illnesses can, unknowingly, sometimes be. And by beastly, I suppose I mean "bitter, nasty, etc." -- all the things that draw us away from other people and our humanity rather than towards them.
And we all do it occasionally. I know that depending upon my pain levels, for example, I can be irritable, grumpy, vexed, in high dudgeon, and even unapproachable. When I lash out at others and at the world for my inability to interact with them at the levels I desire, I release my inner beast. And in doing so, for maybe just the merest moment, I no longer feel my pain -- I no longer feel the ache of my very human condition.
Afterward, of course, I am overwhelmed by guilt and full of apologies. (It seems to me I spend a lot of time apologizing, especially to Eric. Sigh.)
But you know, I'm incredibly glad that in the midst of being a person who coexists with the pain of RA, I am able to remain mostly human. I am able to keep the beast -- the monsters of anger, estrangement, alienation, and bitterness -- mostly at bay.
Yes, I've been "infected" by the RA "virus." But that doesn't mean I have to be a monster. At least not all the time. ;)
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