Walk in my shoes?

    As I wake I notice my body isn't right. Not suprising since my body hasn't been right since August 2014. Today I'm weak, in pain and super tired. Remind you, this is upon waking. My plans for working today are starting to disappear.  I can barley sit up to take my meds. I swallow my handful of pills and follow it with water I had by my bedside.
    There is no way I can work in this condition. Regrettably I call in sick. This is my first sick day this month. I know my boss understands, he has seen me at my worst. After all I had been at my job for 6 years prior to geting sick. I was committed to my job, took pride in it.  I've always had a good work ethic. The boss says to come in later if I can.
     One more task before I can close my eyes again but it's a tough one. Get kids off to school and care for the baby. My son has gotten himself up, ready and is about to leave. He is almost 13 and has been a huge help since I got sick. I wake my 8year old daughter and tell her it's time to get ready for school. She is a sleeper so she is difficult to get up. As I make her breakfast my head pounds with pain in my sholders.  Each time I life my arm I want to cry out in anguish. The baby wakes up and I collect him from his crib without screaming in pain. He needs a diaper change & milk.
       When my daughter leaves I'm hoping the babe's nap comes quickly. Mama needs to lie down. I settle on the couch and read a few books to the baby. I sing to him because my voice doesn't hurt. He starts to relax and I can almost taste the rest I desperately need. Awhile later he starts to fade and I lay him down. Finally I can rest this painful, fatigued body. As I close my eyes I'm hoping for a long rest and to wake refreshed with low pain.