The following weeks bring more of the same. Once again, Piper's back to essentially being a full-time caregiver. We've been to countless doctors, specialists, internists, rheumatologists, and nutritionists; at last count, we've seen seventeen unique doctors or homeopathic specialists in three cities, all with the same result. None of them has a clue why I'm in such debilitating pain, and none have been able to relieve it longer than the narcotic lasts.
Initially, I worried I'd become addicted to the painkillers. Now I'm afraid I'm going to die before someone can diagnose the problem. Once again I'm confined to a wheelchair, unable to walk because the pain is so severe. My wife helps me to the bathroom, bathes me, dresses me, feeds me. Every movement is more painful than the last.
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