Damn.
The acupuncture didn't work.
For a few years, we've been passing a sign on Robie Street in Halifax that declares "I Stop Pain" and after Dwayne's surgery was cancelled, I found the phone number and made an appointment for him. That was yesterday.
I was so hopeful it would help with the pain; maybe not take it away entirely but give him some relief, make it seem possible for the pain to go away.
No such luck. No fault of the acupuncturist; the injury is simply too serious.
I don't know how he is living with the pain. It's in his face, how hard it is. He's trying so hard to avoid popping heavy-duty painkillers other than at bedtime but how much longer he can cope like that is anyone's guess.
On Sunday night, he showed me bruising by his right collarbone. He doesn't know what caused it; he doesn't remember doing anything on Sunday that hurt. I hugged him and started to cry. I'm scared for him. The pain is one thing but I know he's worried that it's getting worse and there won't be a fix for it. I know he's worried about losing the use of his right arm.