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It's hard for me to not commiserate with others about their chronic pain, unless they jump on any opportunity to talk about it, which seems pretty common among old people. (I bet she grabbed your arm partly for physical support, but also to have a captive audience.)

I talk about mine a lot, I guess, but only with my partner; I don't much like to wave it around in public because I'm afraid others won't care.

It interests me, though, that mine came out of virtually nowhere, at the end of November, 2000 -- at or around the height of covid-19 in the U.S. Before that, I was walking all over the place, cartying grocery bags and stuff. Now it's at the point where walking maybe 100 feet tears up my thighs, knees and pelvic area (sacrum to hips). It also makes me gasp for oxygen for a mi ute or two.

Given the timing and the symptoms, I wonder if I have "long covid." But there's no test for that, is there?

Paging Dr. House. Dr. House, please report to my house.