I wake-up, body racked with pain, I eye my morphine and take a Motrin instead.
I look at the house knowing it needs a good cleaning, then sit back knowing today I have not the strength for it.
I choke down some food, I really don’t want because I know I must eat to keep my strength up.
Today I went to get my haircut, the drive, which lasts all of 10 minutes, sucks the life out of me.
I look outside at the great California weather and take no joy in it, the sun makes me sicker, the heat leeches all fun from me.
I drink another cup of coffee; the Doctor says that I need the caffeine for any energy at all.
I blog some, even this is getting to be too much for me to handle.
I watch the news hoping for something good to happen, to no avail.
It’s not even noon yet and already I want to nap, tired, tired of being tired, sick of being sick.
Each night I thank God for my life, why I do not know anymore.