Because Sleep Is My Best Friend
I’m rewatching the most recent episode of Sons of Anarchy. I spent most of the day in bed – I’ve been spending most of this week in bed – due to the never ending pain that writhes through my body and my days like a nest of snakes. 12 days until I have another dr. visit, and hopefully find a stop gap for this stupid pain, other that 24/7 morphine with percocet chasers. So that’s why I’m not writing much – I hate the fact that my days are reduced to whining. I try hard to find beauty, be positive, laugh, but it’s a struggle and feels so fake – but I fake it anyway, because there’s no other way through. I keep reminding myself there’s a reason in all of this, a lesson, and I think back on the last time I was pain free like it was trip to Disney. I remind myself that life is suffering, that art takes pain, blah blah blah, but right now the only thing pain is doing for me is clouding my mind and making me sleep, and a sleep full of crazy mixed up dreams that leave me wondering what day it really is when I wake.
Yeah, I’m feeling sorry for my self. But in other news, this healthy eating thing seems to be working out. And some days I remember that I actually like eating things that are good for me. Even if they aren’t cookies.
I’ll find my way back here eventually – there’s too much in the world that I have opinions about not to.
This entry was posted on 1 November 14 by dpecky. It was filed under Philosophizings, Profound Insights, Random Rambling and was tagged with amusement, annoyances, anxiety, challenge, cyst, depression, diagnosis, doctors, flying monkeys, funny, happiness, hope, humor, inspiration, life, mass, pain, positive, restless, sleep, squirrels.