This week was kind of bad. Partially my own fault, partially not.
My poor dog gets hurt, I worry, which means I piss off every part of my body that's already super cranky with me. This meant spending some quality time in my bed and having more pain meds than I'd like to admit.
It also means a lot of Netflix. My current guilty pleasure happens to be seasons of Dexter - which doesn't really help the nightmares or the hallucinations from meds.
On the upside, I get ample cuddle time with my puppy as I lie in bed with the constant comfort of Netflix, the occasional ice pack and a bucket.
It could always be worse... And I am much luckier than a lot... Just venting I guess. Good thing I have music to keep my mind busy and my passion going. :)
And thank God for family and friends.