Sometimes, I’m lucky enough to have a few days where the pain doesn’t bother me. But it’s during those days that I start to question whether or not it’s even real to begin with, since the doctors I’ve seen over the last year-plus have yet to come up with a good explanation. I wonder whether all the tests are just a waste of time and money, and if maybe this is all in my head.
But then days like this happen, to remind me beyond a shadow of a doubt that something is wrong.
I’d give anything for an answer. Or at least for one of the plethora of pills I’ve had prescribed to help.
Honestly… I’m scared.