This more or less constant illness is a pain in the ass.  Still, it seems to me that it has taught me something about limits.

I had agreed, several weeks ago, to man a telephone for a charity telethon today. So I got up and went.  I had to think about how best to negotiate the particular possibilities of this illness so I stopped at the grocery store first thing and got something to drink and some plain buns to 1)keep the hunger at bay and 2)not upset my system any more than it already is.  I took the car, because long rides on public transit are simply too risky at the moment. And it worked for the most part. The nasty pains were kept at bay and all I had was the occasional, and manageable, cramp.

This compromise seems to me to be the key. I cannot just ignore the limitations this thing has set upon my life but I cannot let it rule me either. So I push, I hope intelligently, against the boundaries it has set for me.  One hopes that once this thing is fixed that I retain the lesson. I suspect it will be useful if generally applied to my life.