My Regularly Scheduled Life
Whether I sit, stand, bend at the waist or lay down, some part of my body hurts.Lately, I've felt so full of frustration...rage...impotence at the whole situation that's dragged on for the better part of the past year since the spinal fusion surgery. I find myself ready to tell total strangers how broken I am just so they can be angry on my behalf. Madness!
Then I laugh as I step outside of my niggling selfishness for a moment and see my quirky, jerky pain movements and the lightening in my left thigh as some sort of bad performance art. Snap, snap! "Thank you. I'm here every Thursday!"
I'm getting ready to see another specialist tomorrow. All I know is that I want someone to fix me so that I can return to my regularly scheduled life.
Labels: life
Syndicate Me!
1 Comments:
I want that, too. And not just because I don't want to see you condemned to a life of continual squat-thrusts... (and -- THREE -- and -- FOUR -- and!)
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