To be so conscious of pain… Every movement and every moment brings a different level of pain in a different area of body… stabbing hip pain, burning rivers of lava in your sciatic nerves down both legs. Pounding hot ankles with cold tingling toes… spasm as the spine hits the nerve from moving slightly on bed, neck muscles screaming from holding your stupid head up. The back bone lies uselessly in your cavity only for your hips, knees and feet to lump it around like a dead weight corpse, every footfall is exhausting and dangerous for fear of falling and shattering my brittle dead spine. I’m so used to tears springing from no where, sometimes momentarily other times sobs that course deep into my chest it’s stupidly common place now… the pain “may lessen” when the calcification of the spine is over but when that is continues to be unknown and then I’ll probably grow bones spurs that will need shaving off from time to time… even from my eyeballs as I discovered today as calcium was scrapped off to try and relieve the blurriness… I can only eat the blandness of foods and if I cheat I ALWAYS pay for it… my balance is for shit … I go to bed in pain, I wake up at least 3 times in pain … I spend 3 to 4 days a week in specialist waiting rooms … I take 24 medications A DAY to keep the pain levels down to 5 or 6 out of ten … I told my mother today that if it’s still like this in a year, who would want to be alive…? She told me I would it be selfish to kill myself! But is it selfish to stop the pain? I don’t want to further upset anyone but really as harsh as it sounds… people may miss me but I would not miss them because I will be dead and the pain will be no more…