Wednesday, June 10, 2020

Rich Metaphors to Describe Life with CRPS

Oh, here we go again, everybody. Another night, another ride with stabbing swords in my ankle. As a dragon within you, it's fire fierce and thirsty for vengeance.

My armor is heavy, clinking with every small step forward. As the armor clangs, it is yet still an invisible barrier to the dragon raging within me. The fire burns, it scorches from the inside out. Yet, to the touch, there is only cold. 

I landed in the ER again with a pain flare this weekend. No surprise really, the weather affects me quite a bit. However, in the gloom of it, I am doing the best I can to hold onto hope because:

 "If we don't hold onto hope, we have nothing" - Shyelle Rise of the Dragon Kingdoms

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