A Day In the Life of Pain

So as I've said many times before, pain sucks.  A lot.  I've been asked what I do all day or "don't you get bored?" or other questions.  I used to feel insulted by those questions... like the person asking me was saying my life was pointless or that I should be doing more during the day.

I could tell you what I'd LIKE to do during the day but for days when I'm feeling moderate/severe pain, it takes mental effort just to get through the day.  Those days are not fun and I'd say sometimes I think they are pretty pointless.   I would like to do SOOO many other things... I think I could make a list of about 500.  When I have a bad day, my pain is bad enough that I can't even pinpoint where it's stemming from (which was one problem I had when everything started).  I get through my days by NOT thinking about all the other things I could be doing.  I consciously do not think about how much life sucks or "why me?" or whatever.  None of those things help me. 

Lily

(Lily)

Pets.  Throughout my life, I never really had a strong appreciation for pets.  I had a guinea pig when I was young and I would pet a cat  or dog if I was at someone's house but they never invoked a strong emotional response in me.  And, to be honest, dogs often slobber and I never found that endearing. After college I ended up with a cat by pure happenstance.  A friend of mine was trying to give away a kitten and brought him over to my apartment one time, which honestly is cheating because all kittens, puppies, babies are adorable so of course I ended up with my first real pet... a cat who unfortunately, died suddenly at the age of two.  In a very strange confluence of events, I then ended up with a new kitten, already named Lily.  Lily is the cat I've had since before I was sick and she is the one who has opened me up to a whole new bond with animals since I've been sick.