3 Too Many

“Everybody wants to go to heaven; but nobody wants to die.” – Albert King

“I always try to cheer myself up by singing when I get sad. Most of the time, it turns out that my voice is worse than my problems.” – unknown

Bugger all broken sleep, hurting more too than yesterday, so decide to stay home to rest and try to get myself right.  OK to clarify this – not in a good way yesterday, heading downhill health wise, take a half a sleeping pill 30 mins before bed, thinking that I’ll get a good sleep in and wake feeling better.  Finally got to sleep about 1:30am.  Wake many times in pain – guess the sleeping tabs don’t block the pain when you’re sleeping.  Awoke about 7am feeling no better.  Take all the meds I can and wait out about 30mins or so, and no change in pain levels (about a 4-5 with the peaks at times hitting about 6-7).  Make the call to stay home and flag work, as can’t concentrate either.  Making a cup of tea takes an exhausting amount or energy to do and is so painful as every joint is aching – especially my finger joints.  Family all head off in their respective directions to work and school.  I get through the shower hoping that the hot water will sooth the joints enough to allow me to move properly.  I am bloody sure though that I won’t be heading into the hospital as that place is for sick people and I’m not sick!

Slow day moping around the house trying to find a comfortable place to sit or lay down.  Can’t even stand watching TV as it is to noisy and boring.  Sue gets home about 2pm and Nutty comes over to have a coffee and a catch up.  Jacob then gets home, and the smiley Lachie finally turns up too.  The peace and quiet is broken – ahh – wouldn’t trade them for the world.  More drugs fixes all – well I hope it does.  Feeling lousy and sore still.

Quiet evening, doing little, and trying to get comfortable.  Stare at the TV then M&D time – full sleeping pill this time and a wish for some sleep and the pain to ease.  Sorry if yesterdays ramble didn’t make sense or veered off topic several times – that’s what drugs do to you  Short and sweet today as can’t concentrate enough to make a lot of sense and don’t want to let some of the stuff in my head out as it would scare you.  Take care all.

Kia Kaha.