Of course, I did too much being on my feet. Yup, I did that. As soon as i cleaned my wounds, I changed the dressings, and put my feet up. When along came my nurse. She immediately laid down on my legs, snuggled up the to worst one, and promptly fell asleep. To say the last 3 years (or 10 depending on how you look at it) have been challenging would be an understatement. In the last 3 years I've had 4 major surgeries (shoulder, knee, spine x2), left a job with an abusive boss (so much stress), been let go from a job that I could no longer do (stupid spine, I loved that school), my doc found more than half a dozen lesions in my brain, been left by my husband (I'm a divorcee, again 😰), lost my apt, couch hopped, stayed in a 94 degree trailer in Texas, bought a bus to convert to a skoolie🙆♀️, had major mechanical issues and had to put it in storage🤦♀️, and much much MUCH more. All the while, this little girl - with all of her craziness and kisses🐶 - is right there with me. As stupid as it sounds, I feel that I'm in good ... hands? ... and that the lies in my head that creep in to derail me are combatted by the love in her eyes. Friends, if you have depression, a chronic pain disease, an invisible illness, a handicap, a disability, or what have you, hold tight to those people or pets that make you feel capable and loved, and not so alone.