I haven’t written in a while. Some can say I have been lazy but in reality not much has changed. Last week I felt like I was finally getting a couple of “human” days. Then as I always fall prey to it, wanted to get things done. I started to get the house back to the way I love it. And now I am paying the price. My lower half of my body is feels as though it’s muscles have been put through a taffy puller. When I lay in bed at night my limbs start to feel heavy and become so hard to move. I feel sorry for Aaron, I don’t want him to feel neglected because I love him so much, for everything he is to me and what he has done for me, but when I my body feels this way I can’t stand to be touched or for him to show love to me. I hate this part because I see the pain in his eyes and I so want to show him how much I care but when it is so hard and painful to move, I am really in between a rock and a hard place.