My older cousin is one of my best friends. She has rheumatoid arthritis. She’s dealt with it for years.
So she knows all about chronic pain. I’m fairly new to dealing with it. I finished my latest round of blood work so I’m waiting on what is hopefully a final diagnosis.
Yall… I hurt so bad today that I cried on the drive home. That upset my husband because he rarely sees me cry. So I was talking to my cousin about it. It started a little dark but ends up funny.
Me: I told Danny I’d rather give birth to [our 23 year old’s] big head naturally again. It lasted 24 hours but at least I knew when it was over. And that I could avoid it by NOT GETTING PREGNANT. Seriously, I’m at my wits’ end and I’m not planning anything but I can’t take much more. I don’t know what to do. But again I’m fine… I’m not trying to worry you. I’m not planning or plotting.
Her: I know you’re not. It’s a lot to deal with.
Side note for readers…we both have PTSD so I never want her to worry.
Me: Besides, I don’t think Danny, Uriel, and J could survive without me. B could but he’d get pissed and conjure me and keep me in a jar.
Her: I’d need to talk with him about visitation for the jar.
Me: I’d annoy him with my talking so much he’d probably just hand me over.