I assess the power of a will by how much resistance, pain, torture it endures and knows how to turn to its advantage. - Friedrich Nietzsche
If this were to be true my will would be great and I would have all of life's advantages. Alas, I have become a simple humble man in which pain controls and will not allow to be left alone.
The last two weeks of my life have been a miserable compilation of pain and misery. Modern medicine has provided little relief and the bottle of mind numbing plastic pills have given nothing but broken medical promises.
I am moody and unapproachable.
Witty remarks are no where to be found.
A smile is few and far between.
Mind crushing stabs of pain are all that remain in my head.
But hey...what is this??
I awoke this morning with little to no pain??
Am I dreaming.....the sun is up and I am able to open my eyes and not attack everyone around me?
Joy is realized in the excitement of my boys getting ready for a lake vacation.
4 hours into my day and I remain pain free.....is it possible that I have turned a corner?
Here to hoping that this isn't just a cruel joke my head is playing on me.
