I hate being chronically ill.
It is like breathing through a straw with bubble gum stuck on the end. There is no way around it. You've been served by mother nature. In my case, work and family added to the complications.
Still there are some advantages to being dog sick: sleep, more sleep... and well, sleep.
That also means putting my hopes and aspirations on the back burner. I have to do business first like cooking, cleaning, bills. If I have enough energy at the end of the day, I might get in a television show on my rabbit ears or write a few pages over a weekend.
Right now, I have a headache that wishes to be a migraine.
Well, I am off to nurse my poor head.
Have a great and wonderful day.