Like Alf, I kill me. Unfortunately, it HURTS!

Oh, what can I say?

That last night I slept for THREE hours (gee, an improvement of an hour)?
That, upon waking, I opened the living room windows to take advantage of the unseasonal warmth (er, less coldness)?
That I managed to crawl back into bed for a 90 minute nap?
That I watched church via web-cast again?
That I had a little time to jump in the shower afterwards and put on dull clothes?
That John came by at 1:15 with a bag of bread?
That we went to the bank and then he planned for us to walk to the lake to feed the duckies?
That my walker got stuck in the snow drifts so we gave up that plan?
That the duckies came to him instead (and they looked adorable running to him)?
That I indulged myself at the supermarket with two containers of blackberries, a bag of small multi-coloured potatoes and beef marrow bones for the soup)?
That everything hurts so much it's making me angry?
And tired?
And depressed?
And did I mention furious?
That I managed a lovely nap when we struggled back home?
That I ate an entire pineapple (and it was SO sweet)?

That the overwhelming obsession is all about my pain and, hey, if I'm going to be an egotist, at least it should be about my stellar qualities and not the fucking pain?

So, I won't say any of these things. [Hee - I have so been watching too much Boston Legal (as if there could ever be such a thing) because I'm beginning to think like a devious person (hey, I was already deviant)!]

Spectacularly virtual hugs only,
The Queen of Unrelenting Pain!

Like Alf, I kill me. Unfortunately, it HURTS!

Oh, what can I say?

That last night I slept for THREE hours (gee, an improvement of an hour)?
That, upon waking, I opened the living room windows to take advantage of the unseasonal warmth (er, less coldness)?
That I managed to crawl back into bed for a 90 minute nap?
That I watched church via web-cast again?
That I had a little time to jump in the shower afterwards and put on dull clothes?
That John came by at 1:15 with a bag of bread?
That we went to the bank and then he planned for us to walk to the lake to feed the duckies?
That my walker got stuck in the snow drifts so we gave up that plan?
That the duckies came to him instead (and they looked adorable running to him)?
That I indulged myself at the supermarket with two containers of blackberries, a bag of small multi-coloured potatoes and beef marrow bones for the soup)?
That everything hurts so much it's making me angry?
And tired?
And depressed?
And did I mention furious?
That I managed a lovely nap when we struggled back home?
That I ate an entire pineapple (and it was SO sweet)?

That the overwhelming obsession is all about my pain and, hey, if I'm going to be an egotist, at least it should be about my stellar qualities and not the fucking pain?

So, I won't say any of these things. [Hee - I have so been watching too much Boston Legal (as if there could ever be such a thing) because I'm beginning to think like a devious person (hey, I was already deviant)!]

Spectacularly virtual hugs only,
The Queen of Unrelenting Pain!