Blow it all away...

It's difficult not to be disheartened when my body fails me.
It's been a pretty good run though. I mean, it's almost been, what, a year since I started the new meds and could walk again? It's still depressing when they stop working the way they're supposed to. Blah. I don't want to have to go through the process of trying to find something that works again.

At least I have my Clarence, and my kitties, who are currently wrapped around each other to look like a yin yang. <3 And I'm glad I can work at home when I don't have the strength to go to work.

Edit: I guess when I start being depressed about how crappy my life is, something always happens to show me that I actually have a lot to be thankful for.