the song that never ends

[carlyinrome]

This past week, my pain has been dialed to eleven. Twelve. Twenty? Every day I think, this is unbearable, it cannot get worse than this, and each new day I am proven wrong. I would go to the hospital if I thought there was any chance they could help me, but all they've ever done is treat me like a junkie angling for pain meds, torture me for hours beneath fluorescent lights, ignore every word I say, and give me the same medication that I have been taking at home without relief, then push me out the door with a bill for thousands of dollars and the same headache. My mind keeps falling into this loop: I am desperate, this is desperation, I would do anything for relief, I cannot live like this, I cannot stand it, nobody will help me this will never get better this is killing me. I am keeping myself from Googling where can I order fentanyl online how do you drill into your own skull to release pressure low cost brain surgery.

Comments

[book_lover]

OMG. So sorry. HUGS.