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I got nothing done. Wait, there was a bit of picking up in the bedroom, and... oh drats, I best put the load of laundry over to the dryer. Dang, I was about to go to bed. Hmm, since I have to be up for another hour and change I might work on the dishes. Bleh. I really didn't feel like doing much. Tired. On the other hand, I have had one of the best days in a long time, as to pain. There was very little to have to try to tolerate. A minor ache in one arm/elbow, a few very minor organ gripes, that's it. No fever, no blowing flames from my lungs, though I have the thermostat set at 62, and it might well be there given the outside temps are nearing 30 lately, or below. I'll take that. A broken arm is better than what I was going through when I restarted medicines again. That was temporary death going on all over my body. Don't do that, more than once anyway.
Good night.
Having to accept pain as a more or less constant companion I certainly take comfort in knowing I am hardly alone. I also sleep infrequently (managing it as the aches sometimes ebb) and, as with yourself, have much to do. If I could somehow get things accomplished during those night hours when I can't sleep then I'd actually be ahead of the curve.
ReplyDeleteNo, you certainly aren't alone. I truly hope you don't occasionally go through moments, days, weeks, of sheer physical horror from it on top of the daily, daily? Then again, I do get time off for... good behavior, from time to time. I'm not sure which would be worse, though I think the stone, always in the sandal, would be the worst of it.
ReplyDeleteYeah, about the sleep thing? The problem is, for me, when I can't sleep the pain is increased and function decreases even more from the exhaustion alone! Doubly wasted and troubling times.
The bible has much to say about suffering. It doesn't change the facts, for us, perhaps. But in there is hope. Having, I do believe, been dead, I know what the painless condition to come is like. Even in purgatory, and I presume hell, the body will not be afflicted, if I wouldn't recommend the latter. There is worse than physical pain.
I will add you to my prayer list, that you can endure and do what you may, and that your suffering will be stored in heaven. I offer my suffering to those souls in purgatory.
I certainly appreciate the prayers. Lord knows that you've been in enough of mine.
ReplyDeleteHaving been an invalid on an off/on basis pretty much since birth, suffering (while not actually a friend) is something of an old companion. What cannot be cured must be endured.
Yeah, pain is one of those weird things. Sometimes it is considered a friend, not in a masochist way. I am simply familiar with it. And, a bit like Desert Cat when he writes about pushing through the heat to get to things. It's a challenge, or a sweetly brutal effort. That and I do believe, in the right ways, it can be used to store mercies in heaven, for others and myself. As I understand things.
ReplyDeleteI used to be just about the opposite of an invalid. A jock, an academic sort, active. I'm still not sure if it is worse to be born blind, or to go blind later in life, metaphorically. I just know being crippled sucks.
I did notice that you write quite well. Is it difficult for you to kick out prose, keep it straight in greater length? I thought you are attempting to get published? All I am thinking is, while being gummed up has it's drawbacks, sometimes it allows "freedom" to pursue things not otherwise available. I don't quite have what it takes to master anything, just tinker, myself.
I'm what you might call "semi-published" (I occasionally refer to myself as "America's Favorite Unpublished Novelist", although that might not no longer be quite true). I've got numerous magazine article credits, as well as a handful of comic book credits, and my novel "Cosimo's Raven" is currently available to interested parties via Amazon (or eBay).
ReplyDeleteBut thank you for the kind comments concerning my writing. I should explain that I come from a family which, while not large, is extremely loud. I could never hope to outshout any of my relations and so, early on, I took to writing as a way of getting a message out. It seems to work.