And I thank God for Buckaroo who teaches me about family. If one person falls, the other can reach out and help. But people who are alone when they fall are in real trouble. So he ate and drank and lay down again. My disability makes sleeping difficult.
Little sleep makes ignoring chronic pain a real hassle.
Bad days are when I'm not able to short circuit the pain messages to my brain. I'm exhausted, weak, and nauseas. Being a creature of habit, I move from my bed to the couch in the living room. Nestling down with my blanket, pillow and heat packs, I move only to let Buckaroo out, flip channels on the television, and to go to the bathroom. From my position on the couch in the shaded living room, I see so many things that need to be done.