Jerry and I
walked down the asphalt path into town. I
pushed a grocery cart. The cloudy sky in
front of us swirled with white and light gray.
I turned to look behind me.
Raging black clouds bore down on us.
Fear spread through me. A mile
from home, we would never make it back to our house before the storm descended
on us. My body ached. I couldn't run. No road traveled next to our path for Jerry
to go ahead of me to bring back the pickup.
I was doomed.
I woke up, five
o'clock in the morning. I groaned. I knew I wouldn't get back to sleep. My body still ached all over. I had hoped to sleep until six. No such luck.
Most of the night, I hurt and woke up to find a more comfortable
position. At 2:30, I read off and on for
over an hour. I am going to have a long
day with church, my cleaning job, and the Super Bowl party.
Giving up going
back to sleep, I stood up and stretched.
I shuffled to the kitchen. Outside,
the snow fell. I remembered my
dream. I had to chuckle. My subconscious was telling me that the storm
that caused my pain had arrived, just as promised in the dream. Yes, I will have a long day, but the pain hopefully
will dissipate soon. If not, I will take
a pain reliever and see if that helps to get me through the busy day. Living with chronic pain is quite the ride!!!
This is a great representation of how Bob feels every day. It is definitely not a fun way to live but each person deals with it the best they can.
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