I called to reschedule with the Physiatrist and got a message today that I need to call the office. There is a message waiting for me. I hope it's not more hoops. I need to get this situation straightened out with my meds. Knowing the results of the MRI, I am hoping for the best. It looks like surgery is inevitable.
The pain has gotten worse. Rest doesn't help much. I have to take care of myself now. I try to pace myself. I definitely need the little pain medication I have.
I miss my husband terribly. The house is so quiet. Came home to a letter from the Sheriff taped to my door regarding the foreclosure. Next day the death certificate. The hits just keep coming. Living in fear of what's going to happen next.