Tell your physician, and if that doesn’t work, interview a number of physicians. Pain clinics are usually wonderful resources.

And I’m sure you know all that, Don’t mean to nag.

I’m sorry you hurt. Been there for extended periods in the ’60s when things were different, and it’s no damned fun. Smashed an ankle, had to crawl out of a hole, up a hill, into a vehicle, roll it down a hill, and then crawl up a hill. Bones grinding all the way, convinced myself it was just sprained. The next two months were agony and I WAS DEPRESSED.

For what good it is, I’m truly sorry.

What usually gets me out of it is talking to Cat, my friend. We’re both so miserable (her for different reasons), we end up laughing.

Didn’t mean to dump. I usually don’t go into all this on-line.

Thank you for the recognition of my First Prize. That was a reward for my writing that tells me I’m not wasting my time.

I am aware this is the winner of First Prize in the Pressboard Shanty’s Inaugural Halloween Story Contest. No mean feat. Not many people are that intellectually organized, articulate, ambitious, and patient. Sort of moves you to the end of the Bell Curve where you have to stoop and there isn’t much air to breathe. I know there are two sides where that can happen, I’m clearly talking about the right side.

One of my gimmicks, not for everyone and maybe not for you, just one of mine, is to pray for the strength to endure whatever is going on, and not for specific outcomes. For one thing, that prayer can be answered immediately rather than in some indefinite future.

Take care of yourself. Or not, if that’s more comfortable.

However, be assured, I love you!