I'm not here to watch a political ad for Obama. Promise.
So after ages of waiting I finally got into see a doctor. It was scary at first- I got a drug test (woot) and we talked about my pain and my life since getting hurt.
Here is where bedside manor really helps. I honestly felt like I got pep talked that we can kick ass on this pain.
The thought is that everything is all just inflamed and if we treat that everything will be peeeeeechy! No cutting, no surgery, easy peasy back to normal. Few weeks and I will be 100%
When you start down the road of pain your thoughts go from this.
Oh, outch. I think I over did it.
Holy balls- I think I pulled a muscle.
No I did not pull a muscle.
Hi there physical therapy- that feels nice- and kind owwie but I'll be ok.
Huh- PT is over with.. why isnt it gone?
Time for a second opinion.. wait wait wait...
Second x-ray consistent...
Lets do a MRI..
Wait it out.. wait it out..
I'm still waiting.. is this ever going to end?
Waiting is so much "fun", I like to wait for everyone.... Life is hopeless..
Wait, wait, wait in a boat.. gently down Niagara Falls!
FUCK THIS SHIT- I'm done waiting. I need to see someone now.
someone help me...
OK, I'm never getting better, everyone has forgotten me..
Life is hopeless- husband get a new wife I'll just go die in a hole.
Oh look! appointment.. weeks away....
Oh look.. I've been in bed since I found out about said appointment.. I want to jump off a bridge. nobody can help me...
You nurses are insensitive ass holes...
Oh look, the doctor- he's an ass too.
DOCTOR BE MY BFF- YOU WILL HEAL MEEEEEE!!!
Well I'm still free falling off the "eeeeeeeee"
New drugs that have effectively targeted the pain..
A plan. A PLAN! and it doesnt include the phrase "you're fat, loose weight and you'll be fine"
and hope.
Hope is so medicinal. It makes all the other problems tolerable.
Hope is today.
Hope means this wont be forever.
Tomorrow is one day closer to being better.
Today builds for tomorrow.
A few more moments till its over.
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