The boils, stitches, burns, bumps, scars and aches here are good company. At times I feel like there are two types of people in the world - those who are in pain, and everyone else. I understand why people become a Grumpy Old $@#&etc. it's hard to be patient, kind or full of everflowing tolerance when you hurt. it's annoying to be prodded and prescribed.

I want to be flowing free like aan angel, leaping from green hill to sunny dale, while doing a Julie Andrews. or at least a Sinead o'connor. But rather than be a bitter, twisted cripple, limping hunched and stiff through the afternoon, I just degenerate into lavender baths and soft music. damn lucky my kids are grown up and I don't have to minister.

It helps to transform into a winged dragon at midnight and flap and scream into the night. feel a lot better in the morning.