CGME: Mama Said There’d Be Days…

I haven’t been out of the house in three days and yesterday I ate way too much chocolate so naturally today I feel gross.  I can’t sleep very well at night because my head, face and chest itch LIKE CRAZY and there are exactly two dozen wires glued to my head and attached to a receiver box that weighs over a pound…which I carry around like a purse…only the purse is permanently attached to me.

The funny, goofy part of all of this wore off after getting in and out of my clothes a couple of times while maneuvering those leads sprouting from my noggin and that blasted receiver.  Today, it’s just been easier to stay in my pajamas.

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I have a new respect for those who those who deal with chronic illness and struggle to find the strength to do ‘the everyday’.  Ya’ll are heroic.

And I don’t think I will ever underestimate the power of a friend’s visit or phone call again.

You know who you are.  Thank you.  A LOT.

Gratefully, this little experiment ends tomorrow.  And then, SHOWER!  And I can scratch when my head or face itches.  And get dressed easily.  And sleep!

Seriously, I had no idea how brave people who deal with this sort of thing every day really are.

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About T.D.

Hi there! Thanks for stopping by my corner of the blogosphere. I hope you like it here. This blog is where I ramble about the hats I wear (wife, mother, author, educator, etc) and everything in between. A wise man once said 'Happiness is a habit; cultivate it'. Here on this blog, I intend to do just that.
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