Okay, I’m tired of feeling lousy — it’s time to be fully recovered. It’s not that I’m not patient but I’m not patient. I hurt and I’m tired of hurting. I’m tired of sleeping in my recliner because the pain is way too much when I try to get up from lying down. I’m tired of having it take 15 minutes for me to put on a pair of socks. And them I’m tired of me whining. In the back of my head is my mom saying “You think you have problems…” followed by a litany of other people with problems greater than mine. Well I’m happy I have Freckles back and I’m sure today is the last day I’ll feel this lousy. I’m just positive of it.