Personal stuff again:
I didn’t die! The chiropractor was willing to work on me despite the infection (and he did it wearing garden overalls…he is awesome) My leg can turn forward and support more weight, and a good chunk of the pain is gone. Yay! My mother was at his office with me, and he fixed her arms for free. I want to clone the chiropractor and teach the clones all the other types of medicine; he would be the perfect doctor.
Being chronically ill means constantly having this crippling fear of not being able to comfortably believe your illness is as bad as it is, and fearing everyone will be proving to you that you don’t have that illness or that you’re exaggerating it.
It’s constantly fearing judgement from doctors, family, friends, even other sick people, and worst of all, yourself.
Maybe it’s not logical, and certainly not healthy, but it’s hard to avoid.
GAH exactly! I hate this! I also hate when I try to tell someone (like a doc) all of the problems I’m having and my brain gives me that ‘you’re lying’ feeling. I keep stopping and trying to think if I’m exaggerating or something (I used to have problems with compulsive lying) and nope, I’m actually understating most of the time. WTF brain!
I am awesome. I need to wash my hair XD That beige lump is one of those rice filled hot packs. Didja know that if your micowave is dirty when you zap those, you’re hotpack smells like nachos?
One hour till chiropractor (if he’ll see me) Then I have to figure out a way to make birthday-ness for my wife.
Antibiotics, day 1:
Oh, hai immune system! Despite being mostly asymptomatic last night, I woke up this morning oozing pus, bleeding in my mouth (?), and with a bad chest cold. God, I hope this all gets cleared up in time for surgery @_@ And I hope the chiropractor will still see me. I want my leg to go forward again!