I had to work late at the office today (big deadline tomorrow) so she had to cook dinner for the kids. She slipped in the kitchen, and wrenched her knee. Now there are bruises coming up between the muscles, a sure sign that she's ripped something inside it.
Xrays, MRI's, maybe a CT scan, more drugs, maybe even surgery.
It never ends.
It never. fucking. ends.
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My wife is disabled. Much of the time, there isn't enough space between the pain and drugged insensibility for loving sex. This blog is a diary of our journey. Or just a place to shout. This will not likely entertain you. For that, see my links.
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- Two steps backwards, two steps forward
- Lost ground made up
- Pain specialist
- Tears of relief
- Tired of sleeping on the recliner
- New conclusions, new directions.
- Sleeping on the couch
- Orthopedist
- Fibromyalgia
- Because fat people don't injure themselves, clearly
- Gah! Not giving up. Not giving up.
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- Pseudoaddiction
- Exercise is an anti-depressant
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