My head hurts. My body hurts. I see why my moma just wanted to give up. You fight every day through something. Every day. There is no day just waking to enjoy life and carry on.
I had a decent night’s rest - the headache only woke me a couple times. About 6 am I woke to my right hand completely numb and my eyes blurry - and the headache. Ya’ll, I hate it every day when my sweet husband asks how I am and I can’t say, “Awesome!” This health life is a struggle. Daily. Hourly. And I am tired through and through. I am still excited to wake up every day and see what God has to offer me. Once I am awake, it is like, “Well, crap.”
On a good note, each of my kids asked to take pics with me. We seldom see them and for some reason I am reserved when we do, because, inevitably I will try to say something, the brain scrambles, itcomes out wrong and I get snapped at and get hurt. I love them so much. I try hard but fail miserably. But I miss seeing them. When I do, I just feel like I have nothing at all to say or that is worth talking about. I don’t do anything except try to stay afloat and sew.
Anyway, this is us ❤️
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