I have not had the discipline to do my homework. paper work....oh my goodness. i have decided its because for 35 years i have been forced to do my paper work. things have changed. with just a few more pushes, i will have that boring stuff behind me. then beautiful studion, bird pictures, walks in the woods...no wait. will take the mule. i am going to work out a way to give the boys and one girl a free ride.
they have started taking down the rig on the last gas well. what does this mean, i ask myself. we dont know the answer yet. frank is going to email the land man. hoping the will start pulling out the gas. last week, i was standing in the yard. the evening sky was bright and dark, moving on the silowete trees. they were flaring our gas. heck.
i am happy. i feel secure and comfortable. my pain is not abating. its huge and i have trouble controling it. the hydrocodone is makes me feel good and bad at the same time. when i try to back off the dose, i am depressed, can hardly walk. and i wonder which pain is caused by the narco and which is caused by my neurapothy. i wish someone could find a pain med that is not addictive. i love/hate hydrocodone.
mothers birthday is the 9th. she would have been 86. i could still have her if she hade not smoked. i miss her. what a burden it is to miss someone. and its amazing but i miss billy ray blackmon. now that is a real burden (smiling).
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