One Month and Counting

I wish I could say that my back problem is a thing of the past.  Such is not the case.  Pain is such an all-consuming, life-eroding presence in my life.  It is not well controlled.  Waiting for approval for an MRI and PT appointment is, literally, agony.  Because I am not improving any more, I am worried that irreparable nerve damage is occurring.

I hate being dependent.  I hate the way my pain makes me short-tempered and crabby and depressed. I hate that I can’t be in my studio working.   Will I have this pain forever?  Will I be disabled?  Can’t I just grin and bear it making the best of a bad situation? No.  Today is crap.  Maybe I will feel better about it all tomorrow.  One can only hope.