It's Been a Hard Day's .....

... week.  And I've been working .... like a dog.

Which brings up the question .... how does a dog work?  I've personally never seen a dog do much more than eat, play and sleep.  And sleep some more.
Hmmmmm ......

So I haven't been working like that, but I have been hurting .... like an old dog, maybe.
It's not been fun.
And it hasn't given me much to blog about.  Thus .... I haven't.
I spent the first two days of this week mostly on my bed.  The pain was almost crippling.
It's so strange that I've gone from a reasonably healthy blogger, to one who walks around like she's about 120 years old.
Every joint in my body hurts.
As do the bottom of my feet.
And one day, it started to get the best of me.

How does someone live with this much, or more, pain ..... day in, day out.  Twenty four - seven?
Depression reared its ugly head that evening.
It was pretty difficult to fight it off, but I did manage to keep it at arm's length.
And that was exhausting.

That night I decided to try using my pain meds for this joint pain.
I took a few last week but it didn't help.  So I stopped taking them.  Then I thought that maybe I should try taking it regularly, every 4 hours, and see if that helped.  So I took one that night and then went to bed.
About an hour later I woke up .... and realized that I wasn't feeling that excruciating pain in my toes, feet and hands.
And I thanked God .... for 30 minutes of feeling better.
I needed that.

The next morning (yesterday) I took a pill before I got out of bed.  And then took them every 4 hours.
And it was a really good day.
Not pain-free, by any stretch of the imagination.
But oh, so much better than the previous days.
Thank.
God.

Today was the same.  I seem to be staying on top of the pain .... I can certainly tell when the fourth hour is about to end .... my body seems to be like a Timex watch.  It keeps time very well (and yes, it takes a licking and keeps on ticking ..... those of you who thought that are SO old!).

Tomorrow I'm flying to Destin to hang out with a couple of friends and celebrate my birthday (ugh). (not "ugh" on Destin or "ugh" on my friends ...."ugh" on my birthday!)
I'm looking forward to sitting on the beach.
And reading.
Lots and lots of reading.  Hopefully.
Lots of reading, lots of talking, lots of laughing .... but not lots of pain.
Please.
God.

So, if you would pray for me, Peeps, I'd appreciate it.
I don't seem to do well when experiencing a lot of pain.
I'm not sure that anyone does, but I know I certainly don't.
I've been told by a few doctors that I have an incredibly high tolerance for pain.
But I feel like I'm a huge baby when I hurt this much.

And while you're praying for me, would you please pray for my friend, Susan ..... whose dad died this evening, after suffering a stoke several days ago.  Please pray for her and her entire family .... for peace, comfort, strength and love to fill each of them and surround them.

Thanks, Peeps.  Once again.
As always, I'm glad you're here.

And happy Saturday.
:)