Not interested in becoming a junky.

The struggle is real today, the frustration is insurmountable! I’m completely pissed off by the fact that I’m having to make my bedroom out of my living room couch that is less then comfortable, noisy, far from private. I certainly didn’t expect things to be this difficult, this annoying or my body as well as my brain to road block me every damn chance it got. I have the worst neuropathy which limits me tremendously from even grabbing things out of my own cupboards with my good arm and hand. I’m not interested in eating the pain pills that I’ve quickly been sent home with and I find myself on…