My pain level was better today until I decided that I needed 2 liter bottles of soda that are on the top shelf at Walmart. I’m not suppose to each, push, pull, or lift over 5 lbs. Oops, definitely shouldn’t have reached then carried them (3) all in one bag. Took my pain medicine 1 1/2 hours ago but not feeling any relief.
Somehow the subject of food came up and I had to tell my oldest why I couldn’t go and get food. Take all the money that I’m saving for bills and count what’s left for food or fun or other extras that we need and I’m left with just over $2. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it or not but she owes me quite a bit of money that I assumed I’d never see any of it. Anyway, she told me to transfer a decent amount from her checking to mine in order to 1. Pay me back 2. (Most important to me) Help out with groceries. I am very proud of my children. The oldest one, while obnoxious and annoying sometimes, has a great heart, compassion, and empathy. The tiungest, while only 10, isn’t far behind her sister. Proud daddy moment.