Chronic pain as art.
It’s not fair that one cannot talk about chronic pain the way it truly is. It has to be an art form. If not… Your friends will stop calling. They will ignore you on Facebook. They will just stop. So you day something here, but stifle something there.
Heaven forbid you have a surgery, or start a new medicine and aren’t better two days later. Aren’t fixed. I would love to be fixed. But all I can do is complain, right. Because I am faking, want attention, or better narcotics.
Well, there really aren’t much better narcotics that one can walk around with … And I don’t really want more attention than the normal human. I want to be honest and treated as a human in this much pain should be treated. Heh… I’ll take how a dog should be treated, in this much pain.
That is the state of the art, my friend, that is the state of the art.
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