An unfortunate relationship for me.

The best thing that happened towards the end of the year, was meeting my VA doctor. I had a bad knee from running track in high school and it was determined an operation would help me. This opened up the avenue to pain medication. I had long talks with my doctor, where he agreed pain medication would help me if I could take it without abusing it. Abusing narcotics is so easy to do. Taking the medicationss and learning not to abuse them took about eighteen months. During this process, there were many changes. I moved, which was a mistake to the San Diego area. My wife wanted to live close to an aunt of hers. We were not getting along very well at this time. It wasn't a one-way street. I was having a hard time adjusting to my medication and she had her own medical problems. Just like fifty percent of marriages in this country, this one was showing all the signs of not working out. We did divorce and I came back to Alameda via a stop in Oakland for a while. I need to say despite all these negative occurrences with attempting to control pain, I finally succeeded many years ago getting it all under control. I do not drink like I once did and my medications have worked well for me for seven years now.