Yes. It is one of *those* days. The pity party days. Although, in my defense I typically only have pity parties when others around me are...not as nice, sympathetic and understanding as they can be. When you live in pain 24/7, the smallest tiff seems like the straw that broke the camel's back. It makes you think, if life is miserable why do I fight so hard to hang on to it?
People, "normal" people, have NO idea what it is like to have to plan outfits according to which part of your body hurts. Or, to sit around miserable in dirty PJ's because all of yours are dirty, it hurts TOO MUCH to do the simple task of washing them, and you don't want to ask the ones who already do a lot to do one more thing for you.
Then, there is the fact that you are basically spending your life in bed. It hurts too much to hold a book or your nook, so you are watching something on your laptop all the time. You stay up until 6am because you hurt too much to sleep. So you waste your day. It feels like a wasted life.
I am fully aware that there are tons of people SO much worse off than I am, but I can't help how I feel about MY situation. Here is hoping for better days, MORE SPOONS, and filtered sunshine.
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