There’s this thing that happens when the only photos you share are of those moments you are doing something that makes it look like life is always on some ultra lightbeam trip. What this does, for those people who suffer chronic pain, is increases the likelihood that people are going to tell you how great it is to see you FEELING BETTER. Truthfully, a picture takes a moment to capture. It represents seconds, nothing more. Even a short video of awkward movement (there were a couple videos a close friend posted of me ‘dancing’ on Thanksgiving that represented approximately 20 seconds of the entire day – bookended by sitting, and we were dancing in slow motion,) seems to make people forget the word “chronic” at the front of your condition. I am not feeling better. I wish I was. I just managed to do something for a few moments. I may have even hurt myself doing it. It doesn’t feel like a victory to me, any way you spin it.
I think, for no particular reason at all, I’m going to try to share a selfie every day of what I am doing, no matter how mundane.
So here’s me, today. I went from the bed to the couch, took a hot bath in the evening, and came back to the couch. I’ve been in some pain today, afraid of my back going out. I was in worse pain yesterday. I am more worried than usual because I am out of meds. My new doctor didn’t want to prescribe me anything to put me out of pain, so here I am taking probably too much OTC medication to my detriment. But I don’t know that for sure, I guess. It’s all part of the ride. I had X rays and this last Wednesday, and return this Wednesday to my PCP for my bloodwork results and imaging results. Hopefully I get something concrete to hold onto. I will be content with the next step forward.