In my newbie days I had no inclination what was to follow, a lifetime of pain and imposed changes, in some reflection I was glad I did not know the future and have adapted to all the imposed changes well, if not through gritted teeth. My Mr angry phase took time to manage more effectively, I have sought necessary support and my driven self honed toward helping myself at every opportunity.
It is not within my gift to use the length of my meritorious chronic pain to feel superior, to some extent I am still sad that those new members still continue to arrive here needing support and a kind word, as the volume of patients continues unabated. Not for them the perceived miracle cure or emphatic surgery, the blueprint of prescriptive therapies identical in a well trodden path, an obligatory route only dissimilar in the timing. A tick box to potential recovery, as page two soon arrives.
Comparing is good when it orders you in the hierarchy of need and we use those less fortunate to equate how difficult it is for them, we use this in relation to our condition that as you say things could be worse, that concept in itself does not change our situation but may help with our attitude or perception and some begrudging acceptance. As many here our lives are very diffident than we ever imagined and we are to be applauded for the tenacity and endeavour we use every day to survive.
It is never easy offering advice when chronic pain is so individual that similar proposals are only suggested ideas, through trial and painful error, our objective is to foreshorten that duration needed for experience, and we have all benefited for others experience, even if only finding temporary relief. I sometime feel cast adrift, the management of my pain down to me, I am expected to endure more pain than when in hospital, where the provision of relief was more attentive to my needs.
This whole thing has taught me about myself and the world around me, I will continue with the same enthusiasm, and never give in.
Take care and be kind to yourself.