I look around at the mess I'm making and want to cry because I just don't have it in me to clean it up and I wind up setting myself back a few days on my cleaning because of it
I feel bad for Sophie having to put up with it, because I can barely move without pain in my joints and pain medications help but they don't do the job completely. Then of course there is the fact that I have to go through the hassle of getting an O2 tank ready and the minute she sees what I'm doing she gets excited and impatient and difficult to deal with, practically pulling me through the screen door.
The weather is nice, I just have to slip into a sweatshirt and shoes to go outside to enjoy it But even that takes a bit of work, take out my cannula, put one arm through, hold the cannula in that arm while I put the other arm through and then put the cannula back in until I get to the portable tank and get it turned on then switch the cannula's then turn off the machine, then put my shoes on, then put the back pack on then hitch Sophie up..."Dammit Sophie slow down!"
Okay enough "Poor, Pitiful Me" I am going to at least take Sophie for a walk. Going to grab my camera as well because it is a good day to get some good shots of the fall colors before everything goes gray again. Now those are really days I am unmotivated...not looking forward to them either.
