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| obviously i study really hard |
I have moved. I am on a lower floor with different roommates. This is the best change I could have done for myself. For one, with this new apartment, I don't have to walk up half as many stairs. Another, I was in need of change. I thought that a dramatic haircut could be my fix; I was wrong.
Why can't I walk up stairs? My supposed PFPS. It may not be what we think it is. Tom the PA and another doctor thought it was PFPS and physical therapy would fix the problem. The Physical Therapists did all they could and I landed in the ER. The ER thought narcotic painkillers could be the solution to the pain. Blair the Homeopathic doctor thought it was a thyroid issue or a stress problem, but the tests came back negative. The Neurologist checked for cancer and tumors, which thankfully, came back clean.The Rheumatologist just looked at me and sighed. My x-rays and MRI's are clear along with almost every blood test. The painkillers that are supposed to help only mess with my head and don't take away the pain; I become amusement to those around me as I become loopy from the drugs. The pain is still there. So. . . what's wrong with me? It can't be in my head, but there isn't anything structural that is causing my grief.
Along with holding to my faith in the gospel of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, I pull parallels from things I know.
Next to Normal.
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| i thought i was a good cook too |
But then there's the phrase:
Perfect for you. I will be
perfect for you. So you can go crazy or I can go crazy, it's true. 'Cause crazy is perfect and messed up is perfect so I will be perfect for you.
Maybe we can't be okay, but maybe we're tough and we'll try anyway.
Day after day, give me clouds and rain and grey. Give me pain if that's what's real;
And finally, something by Mr. Rogers,
There is no normal life that is free of pain. It is the very wrestling with our problems that can be the impetus for our growth.


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