I pride myself on being independent and strong.
And now I'm helpless and weak.
And it's killing me.
I have a rotation of caretakers who help me get food and move things around my apartment.
Because I can't even get myself a glass of water.
And now I'm in pain. I'm helpless, useless and in pain.
This'll all be worth it, right?
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They didn't give you a wheelchair?!
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