There’s something slightly disturbing about hospital warnings becoming routine. Well unless you work in a hospital, surgery or treatments being the norm of your day. At that point it probably is routine in a non-disturbing manner. I mean it’s just your job, you aren’t on the receiving end of warnings and cautions up to and including death.
It is slightly disturbing when it becomes routine to be on the receiving end of these warnings on a regular basis. It is more disturbing to take it all as a matter of fact, almost nonchalantly. And then suddenly it isn’t disturbing anymore, it’s just part of your medical interactions and you have long made up your mind to things such as your own mortality.
This is just all part and parcel of life with serious chronic illnesses. You adapt, but perhaps your family and your friends aren’t as familiar and thus not as desensitized to it as you are. After all part of dealing with serious chronic illness is understanding how it has altered your life and then making changes to strive for the life you want. And so you are forced to confront or at least consider your own mortality a little earlier than you otherwise might have. And this too can be slightly disturbing to some.
I’ve never really considered this aspect of my chronic life. I know it exists, but it was the look on my friend’s face as I causally joked about being asked if I wanted life saving measures for an IV infusion that brought this home to me. It isn’t normal, not for a healthy person. And yet for me it’s so normal I don’t even think about it any more and that my friends is slightly disturbing simply because it is a clear sign of how far down this road of chronic illness I’ve already travelled.