During a recent trip home from work my mind got to wandering.  It wandered through the day at work, the lovely weather, and my gratitude for the lengthening sunny hours.  Then it stopped (I’m not rightly sure how) at medical disasters.  The awful medical emergencies that cost enormous amounts of money and leave you incapacitated for months or more.

Depressing, right?

But then (I’m sure by now you know my mind wanders rather quickly) I started thinking about how grateful I am that (knock on wooden couch leg) I have not had first-hand experience with any such medical misfortune.

I guess in the pre-existence I signed up for monthly payments instead of the lump-sum alternative.  I hurt (read: pay) a little bit for the duration (hopefully less) of my life instead of hurting/suffering/hospital-ing a lot for a less-lengthy amount of time.  The latter option being the payment in full sort of gig (my typical preference).  The thought kinda shut me up.

I’ve never been oblivious to just how good I have it (though I still complain too often).  I’ve never really thought I’d prefer any other health challenge over the ones I’ve been issued (except maybe… um… nevermind).  And I’ve pretty much forgotten (if I ever knew) what it was like not to have fibromyalgia and arthritis.  So I can’t really say I’d rather not have them.  Who knows what I’d missif I weren’t constantly reminded of my own limitations (and my ability to overcome them).

Actually, I’m pretty sure I do.

I’d miss out on a healthy dose of reality.  I’d think I was invincible, and therefore be immature.  I’d probably be overworked and in the Navy.  And I know I’d be too proud.

What would you miss if you weren’t constantly reminded of your limitations (and your ability to overcome them)?

*This has been the first installment of my newest weekly routine, the Wednesday What.  Come back tomorrow for details.