Posted by skylark (22.214.171.124) on August 11, 2001 at 14:31:35:
Two hours of sleep at night, then up with Imitrex and ice, cringing with pain, wondering how you can stand it, then finally, pain free, and you feel like a dishrag, limp, exhausted. And you wonder "Is this what God wants for me?" Couldn't be. So you come to this Board and cry, and you get sympathy, and this is your life. Is this Board our life? Maybe we should all get a life. But how can you do that, when the pain keeps us prisoner? This is your life, for some, not real, just reaching out to people sharing pain. OK, back to basics. Verapamil doesn't work for me, in fact, nothing has for eleven years. Other stuff hasn't either. I suppose that's why I'm wondering what's it all about Alfie. Is this all there is?
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