Note on topic:
Well, it's sorta my own fault. I wasn't feeling too well yesterday, and I didn't take my time release morphine like I'm supposed to.
I have degenerative bone disease in my left knee, torn meniscus pads, and two tumors in the bone. I need a total knee replacement. But with my husband's health as fragile and poor as it is, I just can't be out of commission that long.
I'm the sole support of our family, and for me to go out on disability (even if my husband's health were more stable) would sink us. The ends don't meet now... Only Jesus keeps us going from week to week. So when He tells me it's time, or chooses to heal me, I'll have my knee fixed.
In the meantime, I need to remember to take my morphine tablets.... one every 12 hours.... otherwise withdrawals really stink.... feels like your skin is walking off your body... and pretty soon you just wish it would! All your joints hurt, all your pains come back, and your tummy is an unhappy camper.
*sigh*
Thanks for the concern! I really need to remember to take my meds.
Clio