All Packed Up With Nowhere To Go

You can always tell my really bad days weeks by the the packed bags by the door with my binders of medical records sitting beside it. 
This week was one of those weeks.  The bags are a "just in case" measure but I've come to the conclusion that no matter how much pain I am in there is nothing a trip to the hospital can do to help.  When I'm in this much pain I want to hold up a big sign in the ER saying "Check Me In!" but even if I were admitted inpatient there is nothing more to be done.  This is where the depression goblins attempt to nibble at the edges of those of us with chronic pain. 
I've bounced back of course.  A few "buttiquette" inspired jokes to my PT yesterday and I am feeling more myself again.  If you ever stop by and see a stack of medical records beside my luggage though you may wish to turn back and run!

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[Gimpy Mumpy]

Thank you! I hope you are feeling a bit better too now this week of 'crip hell' is over :)

**perhaps there is something to that crip conspiracy theory...must find my Tin Foil Hat at once!

[imfunnytoo]

I truly think there was something in the blogosphere this week. Many of the bloggers with disabilities that I read were feeling physically rotten this week...
(Including myself)

....if I was one of those wonky conspiracy theorists I might think someone got upset with us...

Hope you're back to even...