My apologies for not being very active and replying to people as of late. Long story short, back in October, I sustained a back injury at work. What seemed at the time like more of a nuisance than anything else, has turned into a long, life-altering ordeal. For five months now, I have been in constant, aggressive pain in my lower back. Since then, I have been on worker's comp, taken numerous amounts of pain killers, and had dozens of injections into my back. If anybody has been put into that system, you might be aware how long it takes to get anything done or get any answers. Quite another long story short, what first seemed to be a work injury is now suspected to be something more internal and sinister. After filling out a ridiculous amount of paperwork, I will be getting tested for several different possibilities. However, the most likely seems to be Endometriosis, which I have been rather ignorant about until now. The more educated I become, the more likely it is that it is what I have. I possess nearly all of the symptoms, some on a severe level. However, I wont indulge on it right now, seeing as how there is no proof until testing is done. Quite honestly, despite the decisions that will have to be made if and when I am diagnosed, Endometriosis is going to be the best case scenario seeing as how my other options are a permanent injury with nerve damage, or cancer.
But for right now, even though I have nothing but time on my hands, I don't have a lot of strength or inspiration to be very artistic. Quite literally, I have barely left my apartment since October.
I am not the type of person who wears their heart on their sleeve, nor do I typically talk about my personal life on the internet. I'm not even that easy of a girl to get to know if you are a friend of mine. I don't usually share personal information until I know somebody really well. But under these circumstances, I thought it was something I should share. No reason really, other than being practically bed ridden for a long period of time tends to have an effect on one's mental health. After a while, walls begin to break down, though I'm still not one to share more than facts and keep the emotional aspect of what I have been going through out of it. I love deviantART, and I will return in full mode when I get better. When that will be is unknown. I have a very long road. Wish me luck!