All I ask of you

I have a favor to ask of my readers, which of course are mostly family and a few friends. Please don’t feel bad for me. A lot of you have expressed this to me in some form or another and while I appreciate you thinking of me, your words of encouragement mean so much more.

I know sometimes my posts are just long bitchfests, but that’s just to vent, my healthy expression of emotion (that doesn’t involve my dogs or husband having to listen to it). But in reality, and I try to represent this side, too, I am one of the lucky ones.

When I go to pain clinics and doc offices and see other patients, I know exactly how much better I have it. For one thing, I can still bathe and clothe myself – never mind if I choose to wear pajamas all the time. I may have gained a ton of weight through this ordeal, but not like some patients and I definitely don’t have to wear a muumuu. And I can still walk, albeit sometimes limping a bit, but I can walk.

And the all time best thing in the world to me right now – I can write again. Not being on narcotics means I can write! And I’m working on a project about which I am so excited!

So I am lucky, I am blessed. I am grateful. I hope you all see me as such.