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"Oh it won't hurt much"..

Famous last words. For six months last year, I endured pain in my foot that I thought was never going to end. Four surgeries in six months, I thought "Hey, it's over..whew"..little ache here and there, thought "oh just healing pains.." Here I am almost 2 years since the first surgery, and this thing f'ing HURTS. Like swelling up to double it's size hurts. Go to a different DPM, and guess what? Foot was never fixed! Awww hell naw, not another surgery..."Yes'm, 'fraid so.." the doc says..."But this one will hopefully fix everything and get it all healed." HOPEFULLY??? After much go-round and thinking, I went for it...Oh. Mother of God. The Pain. It did not hurt this bad at any point last year. I've got this heavy huge f'ing cast almost to my knee, the top of my foot feels like it's been beaten with a ball peen hammer, and then I've got "The Itch." Ya know, the one spot you feel like you're going to die RIGHT-THIS-MOMENT if you don't scratch it, but you can't reach it. And I don't get the cast off for another week and few days. Screw Darvocet, give me the good stuff, the big V. Now I get pretty stoopid on pain pills, as I have a low threshold for most medicines. Vicodin just plain knocks me on my ass. But I'm fairly lucid now, for a little while, and I've got to say, do NOT attempt to play games such as EQ while up on the pain pills...It just ain't happenin, my friends. You'll be mowed down so fast you won't have time to say "Help me Tunare."
This crap better heal and heal fast or I'm going to lose what's left of my mind...
Viva Las Vegas! ;)

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