Tuesday, June 7, 2011
June 7th ~ 24/7
Without proper medication for serious chronic illness and conditions, I feel sick 24 hours a day; seven days a week... probably until I die. I feel like crap right now; had to ask my son to leave the room - well, kitchen. One of the dogs is a bother whenever I try to load the dishwasher, so R.J. put him on a leash and sat on the window bench to help keep Sombra out of my hair. But, that became a problem for me, after all, I am in constant pain or physical discomfort, as well as emotionally shaky. It felt like I was being observed - scrutinized - and I became very uncomfortable. Not to mention, the way I said it made me feel horrible: "Without my medicine, you sitting there watching me do this makes me very uncomfortable. Sorry." With that, my boy quietly got up and went away. I hate this!