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I cannot remember all the bones I've broken. I can remember how many times I've been burnt so bad I had to stay in the hospital for a week, or the few times I've been operated on by military doctors.
How do I deal with pain management?
I think about all those that didn’t make it back.
And the pain eases.
I think about those who did return but have lost arms and legs.
And my pain shrinks.
I think about all those kids that are missing fathers and the pain they deal with daily.
My pain all but abates.
I think no matter how bad I feel I’d do it all over again, in a New York minute, and I would.
And of course there’s Motrin for the real shitty days…
TS
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