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I hate the pain. But more than the pain, I hate what it does to me. It keeps me from exercising so I can lose weight (dieting alone doesn't work for me). It keeps me from doing more than a couple of things in a day. Good luck if you want clean laundry AND clean dishes. It puts a burden on my husband to take up the slack, since standing to cook dinner is often difficult. It makes me grouchy and impatient, which is bad for my family. and it limits the amount of time I can work, which I need to do to keep us financially afloat until my husband finds a job.
But at least I don't have to do this alone. I have a good husband, a family I love, work I enjoy with understanding bosses (they are pastors, so that's good), and friends who both inspire with their struggles even as they support me with my own.
I just wish the doctors would be more helpful.
But at least I don't have to do this alone. I have a good husband, a family I love, work I enjoy with understanding bosses (they are pastors, so that's good), and friends who both inspire with their struggles even as they support me with my own.
I just wish the doctors would be more helpful.