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My Life Thus Far
An Equal Amount of Pain
Day 2 of my convalescence: I'm miserable and close to losing my mind. All I keep thinking about is how much I wanted to be out hiking these 3 days off. What a waste. Even with all the pain I'm in, I'd rather be in pain on the side of a mountain, than sitting in bed or on the couch in an equal amount of pain. Seems like everyone in my life thinks I'm stubborn and don't care about my health. That's far from the truth. I just find nature to be more restorative than sitting around is.
We've come to the conclusion that I'm allergic to Norco. The pain med Dr. Power prescribed. At first I thought it was just a nasty side effect, the nausea and vomiting. Snookums thought it was because I didn't eat enough before taking it. So, he had me eat lunch (peanut butter and jelly, and two bananas), then take the pill. It works for the pain, but it wasn't long after taking it that the nausea set in. Then tonight (BONUS) I had yet another side effect: hives. All over my body. And by the time the hives set it, the drug was starting to wear off. So I was nauseous, itchy AND in pain. Why bother? I'll just live with the pain however much longer I have to.
Snookums went out to get dinner and came busting through the door, asking if I'd gotten a call from the Imaging Center while he was gone. I told him I hadn't. He had. So Dr. Power wasn't lying when he said he was putting Snookums in charge of my healthcare. He gave them Snookums' phone number instead of mine! I was slightly offened at first, but then I remembered that I hate making phone calls, anyway.
Something really neat happened today (amidst all of my agitation and irritation). The Facebook app is acting up, so I've been accessing Facebook via my web browswer. It looks different that way. I got a message notification, so I opened messages. I didn't see any new messages, but kept scrolling down until I reached the bottom of the feed. That's where I found them. Inboxes I didn't even know existed. A request folder, filtered, archived, spam, and one more I think. I clicked on the filtered inbox and found literally HUNDREDS of messages from people who have read my diary since 2010. Basically when I linked my Facebook account to my diary. All of the messages were so kind and supportive. It did me so much good to read. I tried to respond to some of the newer ones. I even had a nice conversation with one of my readers. She thinks I should turn my diary into a book. I guess it's hard for me to fathom that anyone would want to read about my life, or find it interesting. But it felt nice reading it from so many different people from varied walks of life. I didn't have any intentions of quiting writing, but I feel even more driven to improve the content of my entries... eventually. When I don't feel so damn crappy.
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