She went to a pain specialist yesterday. They're going to try "trigger point therapy" where they put injections straight into the muscle knots.
Another tablespoon of hope in the bucket of despair.
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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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- 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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