This beastly cold has led to the worst arthritis flare-up I have had for some years, giving me a night and day of such intense pain. I remember how angry I feel at these times that we are not allowed effective pain killing. Because the pain is severe and relentless. You are not able to sleep or eat - not that you want to eat - and there is no way to be comfortable.
I didn't even get to the Thursday meeting in Zoom. I wasn't able to be at the computer chair.
A friend of my mother's actually killed herself during one of these intense and painful flare ups... so far I hang to the knowledge that Jehovah will help. But if you don't have that knowledge, that help?
So couldn't there be some effective pain killing made available.
My leg, left upper, is still very painful today but at least I can get about again. I am exhausted though and will have to pace myself carefully. I have to make the mushrooms into a soup, cook the chicken (the stuffing is done) and finish tidying up my paperwork.
The mushroom soup gave me the idea for a photo for this blog, one of fungi in a field. For sure I would not risk eating them though. Even expert mushroomers can make mistakes, and those mistakes can be fatal.
Though one of the things I picture myself doing in the paradise earth is wandering through Autumn woods, gathering mushrooms to make soup for supper. In paradise there will be no lethal mistakes.
I am on the school next, as assistant. This is our brief:
(4 min.) INFORMAL WITNESSING. In a previous conversation, the person mentioned that he had recently lost a loved one in death. (lmd lesson 4 point 4)
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