I am sick of not feeling well. I know better than to pity myself or cling to the hope that things will get better. After three years things are not going to get better. This is my life and I should be thankful to be alive at all. I know that people have it much worse than I do. I know there are people fighting terminal diseases. I know there are people who are losing their battles, but it’s hard to wake up every day in pain. Pain that is invisible to the rest of the world.
Today after spending one hour and $125 at the massage therapist’s office, my practitioner informed me that my original medical problem may be causing new symptoms. If this is true there is nothing I can do about it. Surgeon’s have already done all they can. So if there will be pain, there will be pain, and I will simply continue paying for anything and anyone that can provide momentary relief from it.