For everything I do and everywhere I go, I’m in pain. I don’t mention it in my posts unless it stops me cold.
My neck went out again two weeks ago that I’m still dealing with. I can’t stand for more than ten minutes. I wake up with my hips aching, throbbing with pain. I feel like if I make one wrong move, I’ll be crippled. I try to keep going. Right now I’m not taking any pain pills. (I don’t know what I just did to start underlining).
My goal this summer is to start swimming. Last year I moved the wrong way in the pool and it ended my vacation. No one around me knows the pain I’m in. Pete does but it doesn’t affect him.
So I go on cooking dinner, doing laundry, volunteering at the garden and working in the yard. I’m grateful for all that I can do but worried about when I can’t. Not only will it affect me physically but more worrisome to me is how it will affect me mentally. Anyway, I’ll leave it that just because I don’t mention it in most posts, I am always in pain.