I know I told you I'd have a "real" post for you today, but …
I'm sorry; I'm really hurting and pain (along with the accompanying pain medication) sucks all my thoughts right out of my head.
Dr. Painless has been on a safari in South Africa for a few weeks. (You might recall I couldn't reach him last time I went through this.) He's back now and I'm going to see him today. I guess the pain business is very good. I wish I could go on an African safari … camera in hand. In fact, before he left, I hinted he might want to take me along as his personal photographer. Instead, he asked me for a few tips on a new camera he bought.
The plan today is to change the pain meds I use for these awful flare ups. Keep your fingers crossed for me, okay? I hope it helps. I mainly hope he gives me something I can function on. I hate drugs that make me feel like a slow-motion-snail.
My arm has been acting up for unknown reasons the last few days. I honestly can't think of a thing I did to provoke it. But then, I did do some cooking yesterday … chopping, etc. for a picnic salad and I just can't do that. It sent me to my room in tears over the edge.
My inability to do simple tasks is something I've never accepted. It just pisses me off to no end. I think to myself, "This would be no big deal to anyone else." Then I attempt things which are simple for everyone else. And then I curl up in a ball in pain and sob whimper.
The moral of the story is to avoid cars which barrel through stop signs and/or red lights and fuck up your life.
On a happier note,
Look what I saw:
It's always amusing, always a delight … always a reminder of the joy in life.
These are the types of things I try to keep focused on.
I'm surrounded by beauty,
© Twenty Four At Heart