And take more pain medicine.
But I don't wanna take more pain medicine.
I don't like being a dope head. I want to read this article, but it's hard to feel the depth of the Spirit and understand the message when I can barely keep my eyes open...
I want to clean my house.
I want to clean. This is getting serious.
But Brett, like an 18th century back sentinel, won't let me leave his site. Nor can I hobble out of his. So, I'll be a good little girl and rest a little longer...
He actually had a dream last night that he was yelling at me because I kept doing things to hurt my back. Like bending over. He said it was so frustrating because I just wouldn't listen to him. I told him it wasn't a dream. It was yesterday. But doesn't he know? A mom can never really be off duty. It's just not possible.
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Hang on momma bear! Let me know if you need anything and I will totally do it. I'm thinking along the lines of bringing you a treat and such.
But you're right, "There's no hope with dope."
(A little Saved By The Bell to brighten your day :)
My treat would be you! Ok, and Pearl. And Gracie. HEY! Maybe Gracie could come over and play this weekend for a bit? Call me.
You are a trooper! Seriously, you rock....and might I add...you're husband rocks. Total winner. But I'm sure you knew that. :)
p.s. One of the places Tyson wouldn't mind doing residency and possibly living is AZ. Maybe I'll suggest looking further into it.
You too sound just like Roger and I. I tell him I'm ok, and I get depressed not doing anything, that even cleaning a mirror makes me feel fulfilled. He won't let me do a single thing on the weekends when he is home which is probably a good thing, but I go crazy! You can do it! You are one tough momma! Ever want to talk to someone that REALLY KNOWS what you're going through then give me a call, text, e-mail, Facebook message... whatever! :)
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