monster

This pain is the hidden monster in my life....it comes in the night when I cannot distract myself from it, it burns, shocks, writhes, wriggles, eats away at my poor arm and there is nothing I can do, nowhere I can hide, no way to deal with it apart from medications so extreme that life itself is hardly worth living.

The ultimate question has to be......how long? How long before the pain becomes the victor in this battle - for battle it surely is.

At the moment I am winning. I am staring it down.
It is a monster. It is devouring my will, my strength, my joy.

It is called RSD.