Good morning! I hope you had a good night.
Well, I was up at 0300 again, and I really hope this isn’t the new normal for me. It makes me cranky and I don’t make good decisions.
So I’ve been sitting here in the silence, surfing the web, trying to pass the time until it gets light outside.
My finger is swollen and hurt enough to wake me up this morning, and so far, after over 90 minutes since I had the first morphine pill of the day, I’m still in pain. They are supposed to “last eight hours,” but I’m lucky to get four. *sigh*
But. This is Father’s Day, and I’m thinking seriously about going to church, but I don’t really feel up to it. I’ve already had to have a breathing treatment today, and I don’t like that.
I’m wondering if I even feel like showering. It’s that kind of day already.
Still I will try to make the best of the day that has been given to me, and wish the best for all the fathers out there. Give my regards to Der Prinz, please!
(Yep. In reading this over, it looks like a “minor” CFIDS relapse, again. Dang that disease.)