Had a pretty good weekend, kids had a Christmas Program at our small church down the street. Was a great program. We also put up the Christmas tree yesterday. The children always love it. They get to play with the ornaments and look back to the years when they broke this one or that one, and fight over “how” it got broken. But all in all it was a good weekend.
Just one thing kept it from being a Great weekend. Pain. I wasn’t prepared. It snuck up on me. Dang, I thought the meds were working, then all of a sudden, here it comes again. Bud insisted that because I skipped a couple that was the reason for the return. I really don’t think so. I think the meds are wearing off. Or I am building up a tolerance.
So here I am again. A few weeks later, and starting to hurt again. Each day it is getting a little worse. Oh come on! Not right before Christmas! I haven’t even had my second MRI yet. I have been canceled again. Now I am supposed to go tomorrow. I don’t want to go through this again. I am getting scared. What if I have to live like this forever? Ok, well I am gearing myself up for it, I guess. I haven’t forgotten what it feels like when it is at it’s worst. Each little pang is getting a little stronger every time. So of course I am trying every thing I can to not move that side of my face. Ha! Try doing that. It doesn’t work. So now I am just going to have to go on and do what I need to. And batten down the hatches. I hope you guys are having a good day today.
