I haven’t felt this helpless with my pain in a long time. He says to let him know in 2 weeks how I’m feeling. When I do, he says just keep being miserable and update me with that misery in another two weeks. Then I’ll decide your fate. How your life will be…will feel. How you’ll be able to take care of your kids or not. How you’ll be able to exercise or not. How you’ll be able to get out of bed…or not. How you’ll be able to think about something other than the pain…or not.
Trying to put out the spreading fire of anxiety and panic coursing though my veins. Through my brain.
Breathe. Just breathe.
“All we can do is keep breathing.” -Ingrid Michaelson