So, sometimes it’s hard to realize I have been dealing with this back pain for as long as I have. It’s weird, because I deal with it everyday, so I know how much it impacts my daily life, but every once in awhile, like today, I look at my calendar and realize it’s been a year. This time last year, I was in Greece with my best friend, figuring out how to release my first novel on Amazon, and wondering if it was the right time to start a family.
Sometime, probably 6 months ago, I put in my calendar that next week it would be a year, and I should be better, so I wrote that I should start taking golf lessons. That entry hurt. I am no where near taking golf lessons, and, in fact, still can’t tie my shoes.
It’s so difficult watching your life just zoom by without you. Friends have had babies … that’s a weird concept. I have been hurt so long that other people have brought a whole other person into the world while I have still been in pain.
I shake my head at the whole thing. All I can do is do my exercises and hope for the best. I still have 4 months to go, so I guess I am still on track, but God, dear God, do I hope that in another 4 months I have my life back.