I bought a cane today.

So I woke this morning in agony. I had yet another "charlie horse" in my leg. Kevin had to kneed it to relax and even after that I ended up staying in bed in a half alseep half awake zombie mode. I didn't make it to church. Later when Kevin came home we went out together to get some stuff from the store and I was having such a hard time getting around that I bought a cane. I'm 27 and have days were I need a cane, fabulous! I'm not happy. Basically I've been taking one medication that I'm supposed to stop taking by taking less and less of it, but the more I do that, the more all my issues seem to keep creaping back up. I may just have to go back to the doctor again before my next appointment and just say, "See, this isn't working." I will admit I hardly ever take my prescription pain pills, just full strength asprin about once a day, but the pain isn't the issue as much as the mobility. It's really bad days like today that make me fear that when we do go to try and adopt that they'll say I don't pass or something like that. I can get around fine, I just have to make adjustments sometimes. And I haven't had a day this bad in months. Maybe I'm just worried about too much, but I feel like my body in persecuting me and I really don't want anything else bad to happen in any other way, even if it's far off. Which really doesn't make sense, but pain causes depression, and then a lot of things don't make sense.