Have you ever wondered about the comfortableness of pain? Sounds crazy, right? But, how many times have you habitually heard the same person complaining about their pain? People in pain often develop a habit of constant complaining; and in fact, some use it as a source of attracting attention to themselves. They may actually be in pain, but because of their constant complaining, they exacerbate their pain, because they keep their minds focused on it.
After a while of living with their pain, some people get comfortable with it. They are unwilling to make the changes necessary, not only to alleviate or relieve their pain, but to stop causing it. Despite any advice, recommendations, or homework given by therapists; some people stubbornly insist, “I can’t do that!” which really translates to mean, “I won’t do it.”
It means that their pain has become so much a part of their lives, that they would rather to continue the routine that involves their pain, than to make some lifestyle changes that would allow them to manage it better, or eliminate it altogether.
Besides, what would they do without their pain to talk about, or without the attention and/or assistance they get because of it? When it comes right down to it, some people are just too complacent to take any legitimate action against pain. It’s much easier to just get more pills or shots, and accept a label of disabled.
The idea of being complacent disturbed me on account of this:
Pro 1:32 For the waywardness of the simple will kill them, and the complacency of fools will destroy them;
Somehow, complacency can actually kill you. Most people don’t think or see far enough down the path to even realize that they’ve put themselves into such a position, but I try not to take such things for granted, especially since wayward means an irregular turn or change away from what is right.
If the thought processes that causes such a turn makes me into a simpleton; that means there wasn’t much thought put into this change at all; and I need to check myself before I wreck myself. Literally.
It is the same thing for any person who is struggling with any particular vice. Lately, as I’ve been pondering my efforts towards getting into better overall health and wellness, I’ve been getting an unusual message. The message, which I see as God given; has come to me on at least two different occasions. It keeps telling me that I need to make a point of doing things that make me uncomfortable.
So I began to think about comfort, discomfort and being uncomfortable. I also thought about unease and disease and how these words might all be related somehow. What is the difference between being uncomfortable and having discomfort? They sound like the same thing, really, and both involve my comfort being taken or removed from me. The only difference seems to be in the tense in which they are used. At least, that’s what I thought, until I looked up the difference.
I shouldn’t be amazed, but when I asked google what is the difference between “dis” and “un,” I was amazed that it popped up so easily, as if the question had been asked multiple times. Then I realized, it’s google. Why am I surprised? It has probably been asked thousands of times, with thousands of different applications in mind.
My mind, however, is on how these prefixes play together with words that could mean the difference between suffering and freedom from pain. After all, you’ve never heard of anyone getting “un-ed,” but we have all heard of people getting “dissed.” But, did you ever think of the connotation of being “dissed” with regard to health, or even pain?
I did. Why, I even experienced it personally. Back in 2000 when I had the accident that caused a double fracture to my left knee and ankle; I remember very clearly what happened when I got to the emergency room. You see, I was in so much pain; because the ambulance techs never realized that for over half the trip, the tank for the mask was I was breathing through, which was supposed to give me some pain relief; was empty.
Furthermore, they had stopped in route; first to one hospital, which didn’t have room, and then to a second one; to give me 25 CCs of demerol, and then 25 CCs of morphine, because I was still screaming from the pain. It was during that first stop, wherein they pulled over to give me the meds, that the empty tank was discovered, and apologies made.
Nevertheless, I literally became the princess with the pea, because, in spite of superior shock absorbers on those ambulances; I felt every dip, jolt, pebble, bump, pothole and small indentation in the roads on the way to the hospital. The only thought I could focus on through all that pain, was, “Scream. They won’t know you’re in pain unless you scream.”
By the time they wheeled me into the emergency room, they had given me another 25 CCs of demerol, and shortly after that, I began to come down. However, just prior to that last batch of meds finally taking their effect; while I was still screaming in pain; a bunch of the hospital nurses came into my room. It was like I had a revolving door on the room, because it was a parade of different nurses and staff.
They weren’t attending to me; they just wanted to see who the screamer was, and what condition was causing the screaming. Each group stood there discussing what they were looking at, as if my pain prevented me from hearing them. It was like I was in an educational hospital, and a bunch of college students were making the rounds.
They dissed me all over the place with descriptive words like, “disjointed,” “dismembered,” and some stated that they were surprised that the bone had not exited my skin, and so forth. The whole thing was a case of total “disregard,” and “disrespect,” and was, in essence, “disgusting.” But…no one ever “un-ed” me.
So that brings me back to the question of what is the difference? The answer, according to dailywritingtips.com may have something to do with both the laws of physics, and degrees of separation. You would not say that someone was “un” courteous; you would say they were “dis” courteous. The reason is because no one can “reverse” courteousness, but anyone can “stop” demonstrating it.
By their tour through my hospital emergency room, the nursing staff stopped respecting me as a patient in pain, and viewed me as a spectacle. Because of my condition, and where I was, they stopped regarding me as a person, and I became nothing more than a case study.
This is why I stressed the fact that the messages I have been getting are not requiring me to stay in a “state of discomfort.” So why should I be striving to do things that make me uncomfortable? As I was pondering this, I realized that being uncomfortable caused more movement. It’s a matter of complacency. Doing things that make me uncomfortable eliminates a state of inertia. Then I remembered this.
1Th 5:6 Therefore let us not sleep, as do others; but let us watch and be sober.
1Th 5:7 For they that sleep sleep in the night; and they that be drunken are drunken in the night.
1Th 5:8 But let us, who are of the day, be sober, putting on the breastplate of faith and love; and for an helmet, the hope of salvation.
This brought a few more related words to my attention. Being uncomfortable is the difference between being alert, and sober, or drunk and asleep at the philosophical wheel of life. Whatever the vehicle is that you are utilizing to try to get to a predestined goal, your ability to maintain focus and to do the things that make you uncomfortable in conjunction with things you love to fulfill your passion; will be the difference between being ineffective and unproductive, or becoming happy and successful.
It is the difference between being barren and unfruitful, or taking the action that causes you to not only reach your goals, but to bear witness to our ability to fulfill our dreams; if we are truly willing to challenge ourselves, and change our thinking and lifestyles.
It matters not if your goal is to get healthy, lose weight, get educated, make more money, start a business, or become financially independent. There are many people that dream big, but never fulfill their dreams or reach their goals due to complacency. I don’t want to be that person.
I have been comfortable for a majority of my life; so much so, that the scales of purpose and achievement were not balanced. Not that I was living as I dreamed, but until recent years, I became complacent, thinking that it was my job to accept and deal with whatever life threw at me. I accepted the status quo, and the mindset that directs this culture, telling us that it is more important for us to make sure we are entertained at all costs, no matter where we go. Being comfortable is a high priority in this culture and mindset.
Since doing the same things and expecting a different outcome is the definition of insanity, then with regards to my dreams, goals and the changes I want to see in my life; I must do the things that make me uncomfortable, in order to stay on a focused path, and pull me out of my natural tendencies towards convenience and complacency. Are you willing to be uncomfortable?