I have good days and I have bad days. Today...is a bad day. The surgery I had on July 17th went really well. The surgeon was pleased. But it doesn't stop the sores from coming. For the past three days, my right arm has hurt like Hell. I couldn't figure out why until today. A new area has formed under there, pussing like mad and soiling a good shirt. It hurts and I just want it to go away. There's no cure for HS, no hope. They don't know what causes it. I also have MRSA. It's so hard not being able to really hug people. I want my mom to hug me and let me cry. Just a good, old-fashioned cry. This is just as hard on her as it is on me. They all say I'm strong, but I'm not. Not really. This is breaking me slowly, from the inside out.
I have no friends other than the ones I have online. I can't leave my house for long periods of time because it kills me. I only leave when I have a doctor appointment. I just want to curl up in bed, sheets and blankets covering me, and lay there forever. Everything hurts and nothing can make it better.
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