Nick had another hour-plus phantom attack this morning. I am so over this ridiculous bullshit. I witnessed him wake up to the attack. He was asleep when suddenly his body began to curl up, his face started to grimace and he jolted awake in excruciating pain. It felt like someone was stabbing his foot with a knife – for over an hour!
He missed his gym training appointment. This sucks because he will be missing Tuesday as well. But at least the attack went away eventually and he was able to carry on with the day.
I wish we could find a way to flip the switch in his brain. I don’t know how, and I don’t know anyone who does. These attacks are getting more frequent. They’re unpredictable and completely debilitating. We can’t even wrap our brains around it. Why? Why is this happening? Has he not suffered enough? Let’s just keep pushing him to see how long it takes for him to break. I wish we could blame it on something, but we can’t. There is no common denominator between the handful of attacks he’s had. For now we’re at the mercy of those dead feet coming back to haunt him, almost a year later. Maybe they’re pissed about the whole amputation thing. The ghosts of Nicks feet are having separation anxiety. Imagine that!