How chronic illness has changed my life

Every time i see successful women I want to be like them. The problem is I do not know how to get where they got. I know they had to be committed to something. Then I ask myself. What am I committed to? What is my passion? Growing up in Africa, the only thing you learn as a child is the art of survival. You are taught to go to the right schools and choose a nice white collar career which will get you a medium size office where you will be given meaningless work to do. You have no idea what effects your labour has on citizens. There is no connection between what you do and what results it has on the people you do it for. On the contrary, people are supposed to come to your medium size office and treat you with respect in return for your performance. Is that not sad when you think about it. I have lived in a country for 30 years, where a civil servant serves the people. Your salary comes from taxpayers money and you are supposed to used that money to add value to people's lives. My

When you wake up and only half your body is functioning. That is a scary feeling. I went to see a new GP because I have been unhappy with the clinic I was going to after they questioned me about an injection my rheumatologists recommended. They treated me like a drug junkie. I was told I would have to pay for the injection and it cost an equivalent of a whole 15 pounds. I am not unemployed, I work full time despite my non functional body. Yet there I was being patronized by nurses and one stupid doctor at that my old clinic. I was livid. So the next day when my mind had settled and worked really hard with finding the right words to tell the doctor. I picked up the phone and went through well thought out list of things that he did and how they made me feel as a patient. I did not put it as kindly as I am trying to make it sound today. A few days later I registered with another clinic hoping for better treatment. The first two visits were fine. I was struck though by the doctors inab