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.