I woke this morning tears wet on my cheeks and a sense of defeat surrounding me. My body, not giving me a moments relief from pain, rushes the tears to my eye with every move I make. I'm wondering why and when things got so hard!? I am in mourning, realizing that I have lost a considerable amount of myself, and what is left is limited by the diseases that control my body.
Please don't look at me! Don't ask me what's wrong. The tear flow faster, you pull me into your arms and let me cry, rubbing my back and telling me you Love Me and that everything will be alright! I just cry harder. I can't seem to stop. I keep thinking. "why does he love me, why does he put up with this crazy emotional woman? Oh!, it's just too much to think about, and I am so tired now. I pull away, stealing a look a his handsome face, so full of love. I groan and curl up on the bed. I'm going to rest a while longer. You bring me a pain pill and a glass of water and tell me your off to work. A kiss and an "I Love You Babe" bring on the tears again but I'll hold them back till your gone.
I'm up now, on the computer, still emotional, frustrated and in pain. I don't know what to do really to make myself feel better. I'll just push on, I suppose, like always, doing what I can as I squash the pain, wipe away the tears and find something to distract myself. For the last couple of weeks walking has become more and more difficult. I cannot walk far without stopping for a breather and my new favorite word as the pain screams throughout my body is "FUCK"! "Fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck",and I really don't care if the word offends anyone, and in the back of my mind I know my independence is on the line! I'm going to cry again!!
I think I'll throw myself a "Pity Party" and I'll cry if I want to. Or curse, maybe throw things. Reminisce over old photographs that I find, or perhaps start my second Sea Turtle for the series. There is still a lot of life left in me it's just learning to accept my new lifestyle that's hard.
I'm crying again, the meds are wearing off and my tremor is increasing and my arm are beginning to move in short rhythmic motion as dyskenesia settles in. What the fuck, here come the tears again. This is all so painful and exhausting. The phone is ringing. It's Robert, just wanting to tell me again how much he Loves Me! His truth hits home and I decide I'll take his love over my pain any day, and I decide that Today is going to be a Good Day after all! I don't know when the day got so long but every hour seems to drag on, and on...
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