But it is never gone.

Maybe I'm to blame for this one...

I got a call this morning that my friend was selling patio furniture at a rummage sale. So off we went to pick it up... literally. I got yelled at for lifting the chairs and a table top. Maybe I should have listened... Within a half hour my neck and shoulders hurt insanely bad. I'm not sure if it was from my massage yesterday. I know some people have flair ups after massages. Maybe it was the lifting after my muscles were so relaxed. Or something completely new. I don't know.

So I was painting flowers today, for Josh to give to his mom for Mother's Day. Well the final product looked like garbage, so I scrapped that. But I still wanted to paint...

So I turned the canvas over and started painting on the boring cardboard background:

I'm not finished. I want to add more. Do I show my heart murmur? Do I use colors to represent the horrible pain I've had all day? Do I add the tears that inevitably follow this condition? Do I show my broken future?

Who paints spinal cord diseases? I suck at life.

Quote of the Day, courtesy of Criminal Minds:

"It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone."

-Rose Kennedy