CRASH--SPLASH--TING! You have GOT to be kidding me.
When you're in a lot of pain in one area, the focus tends to stay there. An odd side-effect of injections for pain is that your brain's now able to remind you that other areas are either bad, or worst, flat out busted.
Alright! I did it! I've been able to start walking down a path of a healthier lifestyle by including exercise into my life. ... Why can I lift my arms?
Being as stubborn as I am, I'm not about to let my issues block my path in keeping my body in some sort of improved shape. I don't want to lose my muscle mass, I want to strengthen muscles that should be working instead of other's compensating (thus pain), and I need to get rid of the excess jitters caused by my anxiety.
If you suffer from any sort of chronic problem, the thought of exercise is the last thing you'd ever want to attempt. How could I ever consider signing up for the Bluenose Marathon if last night's sleep caused one's neck to stop being able to turn left?
It's becoming more and more difficult to get out of bed. My passive suicidality has really made itself known, and my brain and body feel rather empty.
One day, I hit the wall. The whole day is spent in bed, I possibly flare-up something, and it takes more time to recover than the last. Mentally, I'm demoralize and feel loss of hope. Pacing prevents this.