u/Advocate_For_Death

Prosthetics are a floppy, imprecise, uncontrollable headache. Gaffer’s tape fucking HURTS to remove (more than the excruciating and unceasing phantom pain) and doesn’t even approach the solution of “floppy”.

It’s been 16 years. “Frustration” isn’t a descriptive enough term. I’m starting to give up hope of ever being happy again.

I can still operate a tractor, a chainsaw, I can still chef-it-up in the kitchen, but all the things that brought me actual meaningful joy, have been lost and I can’t seem to figure out how to get them back.

Before amputation, I had been a musician for 25 years. All that skill, practice, discipline and dedication. Gone.