Some days my body aches so much that when I first wake up that I have to mentally force myself to get up and get moving. It helps that one of the cats is a total pest until I turn the bathroom faucet on for him to drink from.
Some days (most days) I don't want to take my medication - because I know it will leave me achy, and even though I know it's what I need to do to keep my heart healthy for now, I feel like it's not making my body healthy overall.
Some days I feel like I am ridiculously productive and I wish I could show someone how much I got done because they would never believe how productive I can be.
Some days I wish I lived in Mexico on a little farm where I raised my own food and lived off the land and had no access to chocolate, ice cream or cherry coke (which almost sounds like a nightmare).
Some days I feel like I should be doing more in the world. Am I making a difference? Is there a purpose to life if I'm not?
Some days I don't want to check my bank balance. And my mailbox across the street seems to have only one purpose- collecting bills to taunt me each week (honestly-the hospital sends me something EVERY WEEK).
Some days I think it is tragic that we are all going to die and leave behind heartache and sorrow.
Some days I think I should adopt a baby kitten and name it Bunny.
Some days I think I am Superwoman.
Some days I think I am Jabba the Hut.
Some days are all we have...
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