This Has Got To Stop

AS I begin to feel better physically, I feel more and more emotionally drained. No matter how much better I feel, what I can do still remains limited, not only because of restrictions imposed on me by my physician, but also because of the unwillingness of others around me to even TRY to do certain things. And so I get depressed. That is not good, so I work up a bit of enthusiasm and become ANGRY!

My wants are so simple...

I want to go somewhere... ANYWHERE... outside of this house.

I want to see my precious pets.

I want some freaking human contact. I want to sit next to someone on the sofa.

All of these things are perfectly within the realm of possibility, but I also know that they aren't going to happen. I might as well be wishing for it to be Michael Schenker on that sofa with me...

Yes... I shall retreat into a world of happy fantasy...
For just a little while...
Maybe I'll feel better...