Mark H. Ryan's Pain Journal

Hello fellow readers. My name is Mark Ryan, and I suffer from a rather rare affliction. I use the word "rare" because those are the words that several doctors seem to like when returning to my case or referring me to others when the scratching of their heads argues with their ego. I am typing these words i hopes that it might fill quite a large hole of uncertainty that I have, about my ability as a father, a husband, a provider, and a law abiding citizen. I want to do the right thing, and that I have to be a leader for my children. I vow that they will grow up and be respectful to all walks of life... not because that is what their dad tried to do but, because that is the RIGHT thing to do. I have never been a huge "Blogger" or "Blogist" or... whatever is socially the norm these days. I have been told though that when I write, I have a type of style that at least gets the point across to the other party of what I am trying to convey so... I guess that is a...

A blog. Now what? I don't know. I have been told by several people that blogging can actually be therapeutic. Right now I see this as almost a whine session in text form. I mean... who wants to read the ramblings of a middle aged man in Oklahoma with chronic pain. *I hear it already... bla bla, whine, bla.* I will continue though, reluctant as I am that this will somehow make what I deal with on a day to day basis, better then it is currently. I do warn the reader that I am no writer. No gift of eloquence here. I type as the words come to me, and sugar coating things would only mean that I am lying to myself. I will update, or blog when my body reminds me, or when the odd things happen. I have a mobile device so a lot of the things I post with be happening in the spirit of the moment. A preverbial typo will of course find itself in my blogs, I will not edit to remove the typos or mistakes. This will be a all natural blog the way my body delivers it. The tremors that somehow cast t...