There is the slightest possibility that there may be a light, a pain free light, at the end of the long dark tunnel.
Now I am not getting my hopes up (well trying really hard not too) but the pain specialist I saw today said he may be able to take some of my lower back and leg pain away.
I had got myself into such a bad way that I was shedding tears on the way to the appointment, I had diarrhoea before I left the house (4 times and took gastro stop just in case), certain that he would say there was nothing he could do. I even made hubby take me because I knew if he said 'sorry' I would dissolve into a puddle on the floor, just like the witch in the Wizard of Oz. A huge puddle of tears, that is the tightrope I am walking on at the moment, that is the sort of pressure I am feeling.
Because, you see, he is my last hope. My last hope that I can get back to walking without pain, standing without pain, and sometimes even sitting without pain. My last hope that I might be able to travel overseas, or even somewhere closer without it being a waste of money because all I can do is sit.
He is not giving me a 100% assurance, but he is willing to try, and if that doesn't work to try something else.
So Universe, it is time you gave this little black duck a good outcome, because she is not sure she is up for another failure.
Thanks for popping by xxx