The (Sick) Nest

I think my favorite place in the house is the living room.  Sitting on the sofa with a pile of books, to be precise.

Today I am stuck there (we didn't get the tree) since I am in the midst of a blinding headache which has let up enough to enable me to get out of bed (around noon).  The headache is centered in my FACE (yes, you read that properly), in particular in and behind and around my right eye.  It feels sort of like a very large, drunk person punched me in it (if I didn't know better, I would bet I have a black eye).  

To add insult to injury, my back is also seized and I can hardly stand up.  I wish my chiropractor worked Sundays...

I thought I would show you the sick nest:

I have the new "Veranda" and "Elle Decor" (a bit weird), my new Mary McDonald book (her decor overwhelms my brain, but most days I think it, and she, is fabulous), and some library books.

I am reading a wonderful novel, "Capital" by John Lanchester.  Here is the New York Times review, which describes it better than me (skip the first 3-4 paragraphs).  The book is about the varied inhabitants of a nouveau posh old street in London, which is good enough for me.  I can't read today so I am looking at the picture books instead.

(I also read "Tricycle" the Buddist/meditation magazine, as I try to make peace with this unrelenting illness I've been dealt).

Here is my furry companion (who is not normally allowed to sit there):

Excuse the awful iphone photos, which are below my exacting standards...

It is snowy and gloomy out.  David put up the Christmas lights and is making a beef stew (bless him), so the house smells great.

It looks like this again today:

My medications are so sedating, it feels like I've been on morphine since I woke up.  Right now, it feels like I am inside a watery, gray, raw, weary and painful dream.

Let me tell you, as a person living with chronic pain...every day you wake up feeling well (and all your family members feel well and you are not homeless), thank God and know you are blessed and don't ever let me hear you complain.

On that sour note, at least the birds are happy.  David put out their bird bath heater and there has been a steady stream of bathers all afternoon.  If you don't have one, I really recommend it.

That is David's old, very old truck (mostly for dump runs) on the street.  He has to move it into the garage as it is wrecking my housebound landscape photos. 

Blessings anyway!  

Terri