My husband and I felt such overwhelming disappointment therefore I began to uncontrolably cry. Daddy tries to be strong, but in silence, I see him cry. The nerve block failing meant more surgeries and much more pain and suffering for Jen. It's 4 am, another night I spend exhausted, confused, walking and pacing the floor with Jenny, watching her scream and cry with chronic pain. The Vicodin now at 1000 mil.
Doctor says morphine is next.
This started March 24th, I'm looking at HUGE mounting bills running into the thousands setting on my desk. I remembered I called the responsible party one night. We discussed our bills were faced with and her child that inflicted this pain on my daughter causing nerve damage, Which started the RSD that Jenny now lives with. I remember what goes around, comes around, and leave it at that. This is what separates the good people from the bad people.