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Originally Posted by Elspode
I would imagine that your pain tolerance is astronomical compared to the rest of us who are blessed to be pain-free, man.
Don't sweat the small stuff like being cathed. Hell, I've got a bag pasted to my abdomen for the last 16 years, now. It bothers me when I'm morose, but the rest of the time, who cares?
Keep tickin' and talkin', bro.
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Thanks man, that helped.
Edit:
Another aspect to this is that it is not just my wife and son, anyone who cares for me, this hurts as well.
Think of it, the role my parents are supposed to play has been completely reversed.
I should be taking care of them, but I have lost my home, I am having to have people take care of me (we now live across the street from them) they have to help with my son, they have to help me with the chair and aspects of my health that parents should not have to deal with, with their kids. They are very young, mid to late 50's with me just turning 39.
It is as if they got sick along with me. What I see them go through on days when I can't get out of bed or when something goes wrong... there are no words.
I
cannot imagine going through this with my son (that is a whole other can of worms, I did not know I was this bad or that it was genetic when we decided to get pregnant, the good thing is that the chances are
very low).