why can’t the doctors fix this?
She wakes at 1:30am and writhes, clutching her abdomen. I think, “Yeah! I did it again!” Gotcha!!
Her good morning cuddle with her hubby was going very well until I interrupted her, causing that cool sound she makes when I visit, and bonus! She’s gritting her teeth again. Yeah! Another score! Gotcha!
She’s feeling positive today… what can I do to change that? Oh wait, I know, I’ll derail her optimism with my special gift. Oh goodie, she’s crying…. Gotcha!!
She’s been trying for hours to find a comfortable position and relax. Nope, that’s not gonna happen! Gotcha!
Her stress level is so high her shoulders are up around her ears. Yeah!!! I’m so good at this!
She has so many things to do – all in an attempt to forget I exist… not that I’ll let that happen! Gotcha!
Hmmm, she thinks she’s going out with friends this evening…. “Not if I can help it!” I think with an evil smile. Time to turn it on! Now she’s taking medicine and trying to get rid of me. Ha! Gotcha!
She may smile at everyone and say “I’m fine, thank you,” but I know the truth. I make her miserable. Gotcha!
She’s had two very painful procedures, an exploratory surgery and more doctor’s visits than she can count and I’m still here. After four years, I know she’s beginning to think I’ll never go away. Yeah!!! Gotcha!
There is nothing better than that special moment when she’s at 9.9 on the scale and nothing is helping. This is where I shine like the star I am. I live for those times when she’s so scared and feels so hopeless… Double Gotcha!
Who am I?
I am Kathy’s chronic pain.