This wrist needs to stop hurting!

My left wrist has been the source of much pain in the last few weeks as the colder weather of autumn in the North has begun to move in.  I’m tired of it hurting, but I did ask God to make it functional, and I did tell Him that I could deal with pain.  I can deal with pain, don’t get me wrong.  It just wears on me sometimes.  I don’t mean to complain.  God truly did a miracle with my wrist in healing it without surgery.  Even the atheists I know are saying it was a miracle!  I am thankful for that.  Don’t get me wrong, and I don’t want that to be overlooked.  I didn’t expect it to hurt as badly as it does with the cold weather post-healing, though.  I guess I just hadn’t thought about it and wasn’t prepared for it.  It’s one of those things that you get as a surprise and a bit of a shock, then you work through a little grieving process with it, I guess you could say.  At least that’s what’s happening with me.  The Doc says it probably won’t always be this painful, because it’s still a pretty fresh wound.  It turned a year old on 11 Oct 2019.  Considering that it was in some kind of restrictive cast or splint for five months out of that year, yes, movement-wise and strength and rehabilitation-wise, it still has a long way to go.  I need to get it good and strong again.  It’s frustrating from the standpoint that I can no longer do a lot of the things as well as I could before the motor vehicle accident (or at all, for that matter, such as playing the guitar).  I can still climb, which is what I asked of Heavenly Father, but right now I’m in a funk and having a very difficult time with life mentally.  Lots of things are going on and I’m under a lot of pressure.  My medications are as good as they can be, and I have very supportive doctors.  I have a lot going for me, really.  It’s just a matter of biochemistry in my brain and the disease called PTSD that I have – yes, the one that carries Major Depressive Disorder along with it.  So, it’s a little rough…okay, a lot rough right now.  It’ll pass, though.  The Doc says, “Things will get better.  They always do.  I know you can’t see that right now, but they will get better.  You’re going to have to trust me on that.”  I trust you, Doc.  I trust you…