Today is a bad pain day. I went for my port flush and gave some thought to going downstairs to the ER. There's never a dull moment in our lives.
Needless to say, I'm not going to bother with it. Pain patients are faking it to get their fix, right?!
I'm really tired of that shit, and I'm equally bitter about all the times they made me feel like trash or deprived me of necessary treatment because "war on opioids".
So I'm sitting on the back porch with Zoie. It's warm out. She's bathing in the sunshine. I want to lie down beside her and share the joy. Reality sets in and I remind myself that getting up would be a challenge.