It is 3:34 AM. I am watching a Popeye cartoon on YouTube. I just haven’t changed the channel yet. I’m actually tired, so I might go back to bed.
The wave of sad is hitting me. I’m comparing my life to other people’s lives, which is a guarantee for instant misery. The irony, of course, is that I’m blessed to have the life that I have with love, security, and freedom.
I do wish the physical pain weren’t so omnipresent.
OK. Going to bed.
Dispatches From Dystopia 
I’m sorry. Pain is difficult to accept because it’s always reminding you it’s there. I’m guessing the castor oil pack didn’t help. Have you tried self hypnosis? I used it to heal from my cesarean and I didn’t need drugs and healed very quickly. However once you stop doing it the results fade.
Have to try the pack. Was feeling good yesterday so I didn’t buy the castor oil. Today, is a different story.