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December 15, 2002
The pain hasn't been this bad in four years. Now I can't move my fingers. Now my elbows scream. Now I can't bend my knees. I sit on the toilet and can't get up. I pray that the towel rack will hold my weight as I pull myself up. I sit on the floor and crawl on hands and knees ten feet to where I can grab onto a dresser drawer and use my aching arms to hoist myself off the floor, whimpering and sobbing. (…god it hurts…) In the other room, he hears me crying. Never offers to help.