was a disaster. I went for a physical. I had exactly fifteen minutes. No time to ask, answer questions, discuss my issues, or deal with the pain problem. First I need to do preventive medicine things, like get a mammogram, and go back in a month. Meanwhile, Pain? Excuse me? Going to get the blood work done, but then am NOT going back there. She kept saying, ‘there isn’t time for this’. Sorry, why am I here? Why are you here? On the plus side, it’s really made me step up and recognize that my well-being is up to me, and if there is no fix for the pain, I need to find ways to live with it, because no one else can be bothered to help. Angry, but determined. I will not give in. I will not give up. I am a fighter, so I will fight. But, damn, pain gets old fast. Also, it hurts.
Update: Here’s an interesting article I came across yesterday. The author states very well what it’s like to live in constant pain that seems to have no cause and no cure.