A moment of reflection on pain.
Facebook usually sends photo memories but this week I'm getting blog posts.
This time three years ago I was having a hard time recovering from the kidney surgery I had gotten on Katie's birthday. I remember standing in the kitchen and crying because my pain medication wasn't working and the doctor hadn't returned the call I had placed about taking more.
I wrote that I relished a little bit of pain free time.
Now I'm getting ready for tennis and not in pain at all. I might be in some pain later in the day when the needle goes in my arm at ECP but that will be fleeting and then I'll have dinner with Margaret and Nick.
The only pain is the sound of Donald Trump's voice in the background as I record Morning Joe so I can skip through the commercials and get the latest political news while I eat my cereal.