This picture means the world to me. Prior to this picture I was laying on the bathroom floor in some of the worst pain I have ever experienced. My mother and I call them my ‘episodes’. It’s really just my colon being an asshole. I have heard it compared to the pain of childbirth and let me tell you I will have drugs in my system if I ever have kids.
I called my mom over (yes, I am an adult that lives next to my mom) to help me calm down because the asshole doesn’t let up until I am a relaxed noodle. I crawled into bed, laughing from the pain (Google it, it’s a thing people do) and this was minutes after.
I was finally calm enough to start feeling relief and my mom said she had to take a picture. I could have killed her if my guts weren’t revolting. The next morning she showed me this picture.
I never fight my battles alone. I have a loyal dog and a terrorist (that’s a story for a different post) cat that help me every time. Oh, and my mom of course, she’s my rock. My pets never left my side and demanded attention which keeps me from focusing only on the pain.
Pets are amazing and I fully believe that without these two furry best friends of mine I wouldn’t be here today. My tears fall on fur which makes everything a little easier to conquer.
The Sick Girl With the Dog 