The pain....

I would never wish this pain on anyone. Now granted, it's not constant due to the drugs I'm taking, but when it wears off......ugh. Even though I am posting these blogs a couple weeks later than what they happened, the pain I endured is imprinted in my mind. (Between the medicine and pain blogging came last at that time)

I slept very little. I woke up every 2 hours for weeks. My poor mother was right there with me the whole time too. I took a 2 hour nap during the day because my hip pain would get so bad, I didn't know what else to do. 

At night when I did sleep, it was fabulous. When I awoke however, it was agonizing. My ribs hurt so bad that I wanted to cry. It hurt to stand or even breathe. It's a pain that you can not fully explain to anyone. At times, it felt like being stabbed with a dagger that was heated by fire. Other times it felt like ants crawling all over you (nerves reconnecting). I cried only once though. I knew that eventually it would pass. 

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