Stabbed with knife-like ribs
Every deep breath is torture
Movement agony
Desperate for relief
No treatments can touch my pain
I demand an end
Back to square one. I can think of nothing else but pain. Once again, pain is my ruler. It sucks bad, and I can't explain it to someone who has not ever had unrelenting pain. Wondering if I should gobble some more steroids, but will be right back in the same position I'm in now as soon as I wean off again.
I am beginning to think that either the metal in my chest needs to come out, or
my ribs are separated, or my sternum has a non-union. The pain is exquisite, and it seems I can't get anyone to listen to me.
I am considering trolling the streets for a pain pill supply. Or at least polling everyone I see for a pain pill-prescribing doctor who is accepting patients.
No comments:
Post a Comment