@bilt4pain Yes! I can not imagine what I would start doing. We can only dream of what is to come. God Bless.

Thank you bilt4pain,

I'm sorry about the pain you experience. Thanks for sharing with us. At 71, I put in the work necessary to stay healthy, but chronic pain can strike anyone. My most recent experience was the three months before I had my shoulder replaced.

The pain started, really discomfort, started slowly. As osteoarthritis tightened its grip, I was in everyday pain - and because I scheduled it so late, had to wait 3 months for the surgery. I had the shoulder replaced on August and, OMG what a difference without that daily pain.

But you are an absolute hero for dealing with 6-8 pain for such a long time. What is the nature of the pain, if you don't mind my asking.

You still have your sense of humor, and I think that's incredible and inspiring.

Thank you friend.

Joe

@bilt4pain , Can't say I'm with you on that thought. If I woke up pain-free, first I'd slap myself silly to prove I'm awake. Then I'd test, very carefully, one foot down, the other..... Once I'm sure I imagine I'd run, dance, bounce about with the dog, then scream and yell and laugh...Pedrov, that would be my noisy serenity.
Pain is real. It's humiliating to say to others 'I can't stand that long. I can't walk that far. Smiling, laughing, eating,' They all hurt. Sitting too long. Laying in bed for more than an hour. Each pain is a different disorder/disease/whatever you want to call it, but there's always the constant feeling that the others, not in pain, think you're just over-reacting. No. NO. NONONO.
So I finally, after all these years I once again get permission to see a Pain Specialist hoping to get sent to someone else who might offer help, but first I have to prove that I'm drug free by peeing in a cup, the bathroom door ajar lest I swap out mine for another's sample.
I'm faking it. Right.
Oh, if only I could leave this bed for more than a half hour at a time! Instead I lose a cracker, a stylus, an insurance card, a bookmark into the mess of bedcovers.
And I hurt. I just try to seek out a place I can tolerate. Wait unpatiently for my serenity.