I can hardly remember what it was like NOT to hurt. I do remember that I used to work, and run around, and was pretty happy most of the time.
Now my face shows the lines from the pain I live with every day. I look older. I look worried. I look like I hurt.
I hate what this disease is doing to me. I hate that I can't work. I hate that my house is going slowly downhill and I don't have the energy to care. I hate that we are short on money and things are so tight. I hate having to plan my life around doctor's appointments and medication.
Today is not a good day. I'm waiting for the Vicodin to kick in so I can go back to sleep.
It's hard when you hurt and nobody can see why.