Life, The Universe, and Everything
Things have been going reasonably well for me recently in every field except for my health. I have a wonderful boyfriend who I love very much, I have a project I seem to finally understand, I have a great group of friends I love spending time with, and Fluffy is being a good girl and helping me to maintain mobile.
If only I knew what the fuck was wrong, I might be that teensy bit more happy. "Chronic Pain with no known cause", my most recent diagnosis, was rather a letdown. I mean, I don't want to be hobbling around for the next few weeks, months, or years, with people coming up and saying, "What's wrong?" and I reply with my current refrain of "Chronic pain... they don't know why". Dan, Kate, and all my friends have been fantastic through all of this. My family less so. I'm going to try a few other things, but I'm mostly just over it.
The shining benefit so far has been the parking permit. Oh, woo, I have my own disabled parking permit.
If only I knew what the fuck was wrong, I might be that teensy bit more happy. "Chronic Pain with no known cause", my most recent diagnosis, was rather a letdown. I mean, I don't want to be hobbling around for the next few weeks, months, or years, with people coming up and saying, "What's wrong?" and I reply with my current refrain of "Chronic pain... they don't know why". Dan, Kate, and all my friends have been fantastic through all of this. My family less so. I'm going to try a few other things, but I'm mostly just over it.
The shining benefit so far has been the parking permit. Oh, woo, I have my own disabled parking permit.