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I was wondering myself there for a bit, but yeah, I am thinkig I might be.


Ever owned a cat who dared to own you back?  I had one which would sit on my shoulder and, if feeling ignored for too long or probably any other reason she believed fashionable, charming, or timely, would take the bridge of my nose in her mouth.  It is the essence without the substance of a bite.  She would lock her jaw and just look me in the eye.  No threat could undo.  She quickly realized holding on beyond that rush of rage was best for her.  She caused no pain, however she would not relent... if I moved it would hurt a lot, learned to just take a breather.  Plus, holding longer she got more of what she was seeking, undivided attention. Cats, women, all the same, jealous of any other box.  :p  Silly little creature taught me much.

Well, the point?  Ah...  While not cute, furry, or teethed, this illness got my complete attention.  Working, even moving, heck even sleeping could exacerbate it.  Nearly breathtaking at it's worst, but constant at some terrible volume all of the time.  I got through rage quickly.  Then began a cycle of emotional, mental, and spiritual reflections.    I learned, strengthened some things, and sometimes failed.  A lesson, a good one.

The one dose has kept the pain at bay since.  I slept wonderfully but shortly.  I pushed my day around so quicly my waking time hasn't adjusted?  Nevermind, I'll just have to patchwork sleep until it makes sense.  Lord only can know how good that was.  I've already had Christmas, if presents were actually how such could be counted.  Now I can handle the pain for another week or two, or whatever.

The hope is to begin work again.  Good morning, night, and day.  Now get out there, play live sleep and work hard, as if you mean it.  Know it will hurt and you will, have to, sometimes and finally, lose.  Oh, and don't forget to be prayerfully thankful.  The options are worse.  Disbelieve at your own peril, says the son of dragons.