Summer 2009
Mark summer 2009 as the point at which I accepted the pain wasn't going to go away. We replaced our manual car with an automatic, I began physical therapy, our dream house morphed to a single level, and I spent three days in a row (and counting, to be perfectly honest) crying and feeling sorry for myself. And angry. Big, giant angry.
Mark summer 2009 as the point at which I discontinued the postpartum anti-depressants that had initially kept me alive, but which sucked me dry of emotion and wanting and energy. Mark it as the season I surfaced, all raw and atrophied, and did what was needed.
Sacroiliac Joint Dysfunction, Osteitis Pubis (both due to hypermobility).
5 comments:
So marked.
On from here.
No real point in counting the tears, just let them flow away.
Good god, that was fast. You must have me on feed.
xoxoxo
Oh, Moira. Some of my clients have found Cecile Rost's book useful:
http://www.amazon.com/Relieving-Pelvic-During-After-Pregnancy/dp/0897934806/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1248052274&sr=1-1
I think chronic pain is way underestimated as a fundamental cause of depression.
Hugs --
Many gentle hugs and good wishes to you, Moira.
Dale! Thank you for the tip; I apologize for my delay in responding. I've ordered the book, along with a Pilates DVD, from Amazon and await it impatiently.
Udge, wonderful to see you here.
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