What's the Point?

What's the point of talking about pain? It won't make things any better. It won't make it go away.

What's the point of talking about pain? I will suffer whether or not I speak up.

What's the point of talking about pain?

People are listening. That is the point. I am not alone. That is the point.

And wow do I feel bad today. During physical therapy, I just about literally hurt everywhere. Even now, I get intermittent pains in my face radiating down my back and out into my arms. My feet are at about a steady five or six, and possibly getting worse.

And I have been on my doctor's waiting list for almost five months now.

I Feel Great!

I think I may have stopped hurting for a while earlier! It's hard to tell because the hypersensitivity is always there, and there is a very subtle difference between "I feel the carpet too much"and "The carpet hurts me". Nonetheless, I really think I was not hurting! My pain never got above a five today, not even during physical therapy, not even on my walk. I even walked around in the grass, just for fun! Why? How? Because RND is just that random...but in my favor for once!

"Silence"

Silence.

I am silent because I am exhausted. I have slept through the night exactly once since Thursday.

Silence.

I am silent because I am in pain. "Home base" is my feet, but my face is almost as bad. I also get random pains, of varying sensations, in many parts of my body, one at a time. They come and go at random, and quite often.

Silence.

Silence,

And a whispered,

"Oh, God."

Not Good...

I HAVE NOT BEEN DOING WELL. Not. Not not not.

I hurt all night, so I'm barely sleeping. My pain has gone all the way up to an eight during physical therapy. I have random body pains as well; sometimes they stab and sometimes they burn. One today was bad enough to make me say "Ow," out loud, on a public street. It takes a lot to make me do this. As I sit typing this up, my hands are hurting. My face also hurts when I walk too much.

I am not OK.