Handicapped

That's me.

I understand how folks become addicted to pain medication. Putting a shirt on, pulling the cover up, pouring myself a cup of tea...all of these every day movements we take for granted send blasts of searing hot pain up my arm. It's worse if I indulge myself in typing or knitting.

And I haven't fought in a war. I mourn even more for the children we send into deserts for no good reason who return to us maimed and must deal with so much more than this pain I am experiencing. I cry for them.