Feb 18, 2015 @ 21:17:55
I have always considered myself a nice person. I like to think I treat everyone equally. Now I find that I do not always act like a nice person. Too many nights with too little sleep. Or too many “aches” (such an innocent light-sounding word) that have gone on for too many decades. I am worn down. Pain grinds, and grinds and grinds, doesn’t it? Big pain drives away all else–there is nothing but the pain. Smaller pain is like a a leak, allowing our energy and happiness to drain away, leaving behind crankiness and depression.
Happy belated birthday. I do what painkills2 advises, and it works for me. I think the trendy phrase now is “Mindful Meditation”, but I just call it “being thankful for the little things”. I’m pretty crabby even about those, since a super-antibiotic turned me celiac-like, and wondful foods used to be a giant part of my little things–all the foods I can no longer eat. Sure miss fresh bread, d#rn it! Grump, grump, grump…. But there are lots of other things. And if you heat up cardboard-like rice bread, and put enough butter on it, even that is not bad 🙂