Eugh
I have really bad back pain, no drugs strong enough to work and I think i'm sick. AGAIN. ~Le sigh~ I'm cold, when usually i'm too hot all the time (yes, even in winter) and well, I threw up yesterday for no reason. It's probably just exaustion, since having back pain has been inhibiting sleep. Inhibiting sleep, for someone who doesn't sleep much in the first place equals nothing but bad.
I'm starting to feel disheartened again. It's been a long time since i've felt disheartened. It's been two years, or at least very close to two years since I first had surgery and while I am better off than I was before, I feel i've hit a plateau, and it's a very hard one to get past by myself. Ideally I should be doing physio 3 times a day, and while I do stretch often, the stretches I can do by myself aren't enough. A great deal of stretches that would be immensely beneficial are in no way feasable for me to do by myself, and it's incredibly discouraging. Add to this the constant nagging of my family on 'when will you be on your feet again' and the more well meaning questions of certain friends and it doesn't find me feeling very good.
On a weirder note, I read something about how people thought they might react if they were told they only had so much time to live. Strangely enough, I think I would be fine with it. I might cry a bit sure, but i'd feel worse for the people around me than I would for myself.
I'm starting to feel disheartened again. It's been a long time since i've felt disheartened. It's been two years, or at least very close to two years since I first had surgery and while I am better off than I was before, I feel i've hit a plateau, and it's a very hard one to get past by myself. Ideally I should be doing physio 3 times a day, and while I do stretch often, the stretches I can do by myself aren't enough. A great deal of stretches that would be immensely beneficial are in no way feasable for me to do by myself, and it's incredibly discouraging. Add to this the constant nagging of my family on 'when will you be on your feet again' and the more well meaning questions of certain friends and it doesn't find me feeling very good.
On a weirder note, I read something about how people thought they might react if they were told they only had so much time to live. Strangely enough, I think I would be fine with it. I might cry a bit sure, but i'd feel worse for the people around me than I would for myself.