It’s been a long time since I have had days like these.
In fact, it’s been years.
Wait. It’s been more than two decades.
I had forgotten what it was like to wake up in pain. In fact, I dont recall the pain at all, though I must have had it. I had two prolapsed vertebral discs before. Slipped discs in layman terms. One was in the neck area where even combing my hair required tremendous concentration. The other was in the lower back. Both needed much therapy.
Yes, I must have been in pain both times.
Of course, then there were the back pains each month. Grossly terrible times they were. Though they didn’t wake me from sleep, they were bad enough to keep me from falling asleep. I still remember lying stomach down over a beanbag while Hubby would rub my back with his feet. I would fall asleep that way and get some relief then.
These too, have ceased.
Of late, though, pain has been a fairly constant companion.
This time round, I have taken a little longer to rise above it. But rise above I shall.
Each day I still wake up and potter about, moving a bit slowly at times. I had re-added exercise to my weekly activities though not in the same intensity. I have resisted taking any medication for pain. I live each day at a time, adjusting as I can, increasing my limits where possible, and mostly, just trusting that that things will work out well.
Did you know that there is a lot of money to be made in pain therapy? I don’t plan to add to the statistics! Haha!