This is sucking worse by the day:
Now my whole damned joint is throbbing...but nothing grew, so it doesn't hurt, and nothing is wrong. Your house isn't a wreck, and it doesn't feel like a beaver is gnawing on your ankle when you put it in the dependent position. What a joke. I don't need help, I could say things that I want to, but my mother at least taught me not to be TOO rude this publically. Here's some more fun (BTW: Neighbor took the photos of the snow, in case you were going there!) Oh, and no pain clinic has called me!!!
I am not "irritable and angry and bitter" because some idiot thinks I have "Chronic Pain Syndrome, and yes, I DO know it's a MENTAL diagnosis, but I don't believe that "depression causes my pain," because as Dr. Hooshmand, MD, a now retired neurologist who treated RSD for 40+ years, said, "RSD causes the emotional disturbance, not the other way around."
And because the motor and especially the sensory neurons terminate in the limbic system: responsible for emotional disturbances, as you call it, I would AGREE!!
I am not the "crazy one."
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