encouragement
When things get rough, I try to find a quiet place and count my blessings. The last three weeks? Let’s just say they’ve been a bit turbulent. Two Thursdays ago, ER visit. One Thursday ago, in the midst of the worst strep/flu ever. And this Thursday(yesterday) I spent my entire evening in bed trying to sleep off a migraine. The past week has not been kind, in terms of head and pain. 5 out of 7 days, I’ve had some degree of migraine/severe headache. Not good. This morning I woke up with the same one from yesterday, so I’m just drinking water and doing what I can to aid in the potential pain fading. Eat on time, medicine, pressure on temple, breathing, no bright light. All the good stuff.
The encouraging part? It is Friday. And I have the ability to get out of bed, to swallow, to smile, to dress myself. There is a roof over my head. Public transit to take me to a job that pays me well enough to live and feed myself. I have family to call if I need a little uplifting during the day. I have a great big heart and a superduper affectionate cat. Excellent music in the headphones. The ability to feel emotion, to make decisions, to add a little kindness to the gruff. So many little wonderful things that can easily be overlooked in the throes of chronic pain. Most of the week has involved some squinting and wincing and going to bed early to fight it, but in between I’m trying oh so hard to value every minute of feeling good..hurting or not I’m alive alive alive. And I just can’t complain about that.