22 years in Hell
Another case of pain causation.
Lo and behold.
It ain’t pleasant reading. So if you’re on them people who needs a sunshine story or you ‘need to read something pleasant right now’, better close this email and preferably delete it, because it contains the murkiest of muck from the abyss of pain. It’s in fact so horrible that I personally had to squeak up and take a few moments to soak up and process the horror. I was one of the very few who watched the movie ‘Schindler’s List’ without reacting too much about what happened in there. If you haven’t watched that movie yet, I won’t spill the beans of course. Just know that it’s about Jews who were arrested during the Second World War and subjected to the evil tyranny of Hitler. Some *real* nasty stuff took place.
Alright, if you’re still here, then I suppose you’ve mentally prepared yourself for what’s about to come.
‘Slipped on ice in my porch floor missed all the stairs and landed on the last stair which is concrete and was very close to breaking my back. I figure from my butt to the last stair is about 7 feet. Been in pain ever since.’
Another one for your ‘pleasure’ since we’re getting started;
‘My mom had 22 surgeries in 22 years. Fibro was never a diagnosis until after her 22nd surgery. Something I never thought of, until you mentioned it.’
Those two horror stories are from a fibro forum where poor sufferers share their stories and look for support.
Now, it’s one thing to actually fall seven feet, landing on concrete floor and almost breaking one’s neck.
But having 22 surgeries carried out and then discussing the possibility for fibromyalgia?
It doesn’t say what kind of surgeries the unlucky mother of said person had, nor for what. However, be that as it may. Personally I find that atrocious. Not only because the poor aged person had to go through so much waiting, pain, suffering and insecurity. The insecurity of not knowing what was about to come next. What kind of surgery was being thought of after this one. Why. How long she’d have to endure the pains following her next, probably unsuccessful surgery.
So on and so forth.
Anyway, I’ll just end this with saying that in the case of fibromyalgia, a lot of people have had their lives given back to them by using CBD oil.
That of course, doesn’t gurantee your success.
However, if the thought of sustaining 22 surgeries before someone dares thinking the thought about fibromyalgia, might want to give good ole’ Cannabis a chance?
Like, buying a simple bottle of Cannabis oil and see how that fared in dealing with the fibromyalgia. And also be willing to give it time, apply patience and realize this is a long-term goal that lies ahead, not something that’s due to happen by tomorrow at noon.
I know I would easily have tried that bottle before allowing a surgeon to slice open my gut.
But could that just be me?
Or what do you say?