within each 'fine'

Dad always has to drive me to my doctor appts, & one month at my normal monthly neurologist appt, he said 'I know they're being polite, but I wonder why the nurses taking the patients back ask how they are-so many people here are so sick & miserable'. He had been witness to my silent, sobbing, iPod fogged meltdowns enough to know what a person's pain center in their brain can be so wrong in what it tells the body to interpret as pain. Tomorrow will be one of those days, my lying 'I'm fine', & the tears filling my lap as I bury my head & have music to save me with noise reducing headphones & gorgeous music.

save dead flowers for a painful day

many of you know that when my pain gets extreme, i grab the camera, and today is no exception. we have these wild tiny roses out back, and mom had brought some in months ago. they died and dried, and still in the tiny vase today, i grabbed them after the morphine didn't touch the pain and did some pics. here are the results