It's not always anymore.
Mar. 25th, 2009 02:34 pmI drove home feeling sorry for myself.
It hurt to push the gas pedal, to turn my head, to buckle the belt - all those little things that are involved in driving from one place to another. White pain, hot and sharp-edged, flaring down my hips and up my spine, ebbing away and burning again if I dared to shift or relax in the slightest.
It's not fair, I thought to myself. It's not fair to hurt like this, to wince at bumps, to ache for something as basic as turning the steering wheel. It's been a long time since I hurt like this.
Then it hit me: it's been a LONG time since I hurt like this.
This used to be normal. This was every day. This was always.
It's not always anymore.
And I felt better.
It hurt to push the gas pedal, to turn my head, to buckle the belt - all those little things that are involved in driving from one place to another. White pain, hot and sharp-edged, flaring down my hips and up my spine, ebbing away and burning again if I dared to shift or relax in the slightest.
It's not fair, I thought to myself. It's not fair to hurt like this, to wince at bumps, to ache for something as basic as turning the steering wheel. It's been a long time since I hurt like this.
Then it hit me: it's been a LONG time since I hurt like this.
This used to be normal. This was every day. This was always.
It's not always anymore.
And I felt better.
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Date: 2009-03-26 12:05 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-03-26 08:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-26 12:03 pm (UTC)I guess there is a positive side to having health issues - that you appreciate it so much more when you're feeling normal, because you're so familiar with feeling like crap.
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Date: 2009-03-26 01:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-26 01:55 pm (UTC)*hugs*
Mon:)
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Date: 2009-03-26 08:17 pm (UTC)