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January 5, 2004 Every keystroke that involves a finger on my left hand feels as if someone is hammering into knuckles. This is not helping me to write more, in fact it's making me want to crawl into bed and cry. I'm smoking entirely too much since the more I hurt the more I smoke. Not that I need to smoke, in fact I should have quit long ago. And I feel like I am sitting directly on bone instead of sitting on the fat that actually covers my ass and hipbones. Just dreadful, all this pain, it is one of my bad days with everything piling up on top of each other. I've had quite a few good days here recently, other than the finger issues, the pain hasn't been as much. Which means my body is overdo a bad one. Having only slept a few hours last night makes it worse, sleep is my friend, if I miss a full night, my hip and leg feel it. The rise and fall of the pain in my fingers is waking me at night. Around 5 AM seems to be the worst, I'm pulled from sleep with piercing knifelike pains pulsating through them. Typing this is just making it worse
and really, the whining is a bit much right now. With that I'll close
this and write more tomorrow.
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Leave it alone, damn
it. 2000-2003.
Suzy Smith
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