Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Dreaming...Not

Sharp, piercing pain. Part of a dream? More pain. Screaming pain. No dream. I open my eyes at 4AM and fully feel the chest wall pain that has been going on for quite a while. All the time I think  must be dreaming.
I grab for the flexeril and waken my husband. I am a little unnerved since it has lasted so long. He gets me some strong pain meds and heats a corn pad. I lay it on my chest and hope it will hasten the pain's demise. Its been a good six weeks since I had this most unwelcome pain and I need it gone.

Morning finds me very tired. Handling pain is exhausting. I spend most of the day in rest mode trying to put distance between the pain and myself.  

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