The more I see my battle scars the more iffy I get about my emotions towards them. On one hand, I think they are awesome. On the other, not so much. Im working on getting the surgical graffiti off but I'm not allowed to scrub or rub, so its difficult.
Great part is that I have a huge pain tolerance, which is great since the narcotics make me ill. My life is planned around pain meds and it sucks. Im not fond of feeling 80 and clock watching.
However, my body responds to pain by making me nauseated- the same effect the narcs give me. Guess what I was up doing last night?
Happy Turkey Day,
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sorry you are still having a problem with your meds - I hope it didn't keep you from having a Happy Thanksgiving!!
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