It's been 9 weeks since I woke up unable to walk and rushed to the ER. Since then I lay in bed 23 out of 24 hours of the day and getting more miserable and depressed by the day. Not to mention the slightest thing just irritates me. Before that day I've felt like I was 25, i'm more 25 mentally and physically than I am 35. So for it all to be taken away from me like that is just shocking to the system.
I can't pick up my 3 year old son or run around with my dog. I work from home, luckily my work has allowed me to do that for the past 9 weeks. I don't get to interact much socially so it's been rough.
And the sad thing is, no one understands it. They say, well now the light of the tunnel (my surgery on the 12th of Sept) is so close. But even after it's done I know that my life will still be changed for a bit.
I can't take this leg pain, it's beyond anything I've ever felt. I just wish I could sleep until the 12th when hopefully relief will be in sight!
Sorry to lay it all out there but man this is taking a toll! I hope to be able to talk to some people who understand what i'm going through! As much as my family is there for me, they still just don't get what it's doing to me....