Today I want you to visit Lisa-Jo’s and write about whatever prompt she has, but when I go back and read it later, I want it to scream you! It shouldn’t blend in with the post before it and after it. Instead it should shout your name.
LOUD! My body has been so loud this week. The screaming! Surely you can hear it too! Nothing is helping - medicine, creams, hot shower, trying to sleep, screaming myself! The pain is so loud today that I couldn't even go to the grocery store. Russ & Damaris went in my place. I hate how this disease just devastates my life. I don't know from one day to the next whether I'll be able to get out of bed or have dinner with friends or go to church or run errands or just sit outside. It's almost impossible to make plans because I never know if my body will be screaming LOUD or simply be a dull roar. Because there is never silence. No, that would provide too much relief. It's a good day when the noise is only a dull roar. Because then I can do some things, but heaven forbid that I try to have a normal day, because by evening, I'll be paying for it with my body screaming so LOUD I'm in tears. It feels like this has been a week where all I've done is complain. And that's not me. That's not who I used to be anyway. But now, I don't even know what to say or what to blog about or what to Twitter about or what to post on Facebook because I don't want people's judgments. I don't want them to think I'm just a complainer. So the LOUD scream gets tucked inside me until it's just sooooooo LOUD that I can't contain it any longer. And that's what this week has been. A body is not meant to scream in pain. Why is this my new normal?
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