A life destroyed by chronic pain
Three years later the situation finally had become unbearable. My chronic pain was excruciating until then, and I found it difficult to be of much service at home anymore.
My husband is a good man, but he is not one of those guys that you would want to leave alone with unmade beds, an empty fridge and a mountain of laundry. And the painkillers started to have more and more impact on my daily working routines.
My concentration was slipping, I made mistakes, I forgot important duties, I knew there was gossiping behind my back and I knew I was on my way into catastrophe.
Chronic pain had ruined my life.
I finally decided, “it’s now or never.” I told my husband and my colleagues about my condition and I stopped working and stayed at home. My husband had to take a second job and he had to get used to come back to an untidy home late in the night and seven days a week.
My children had to understand that her mom was not as good as other children’s mothers and that she needed more rest than other mothers.
I reduced and finally stopped my pill consumption.
I was back to a clear head, ready for sad and boring days and filled with chronic pain.
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