Ain't no rest for the wicked

This holiday has taken the life out of me. I am bushed, beaten,tired,sore,mentally finished. Thanksgiving day gave me a return to my mom's side of the family for the holiday. It was good but tiring. I had little questions about the disease which was great. I just limped in ate, joked, and left. Except one little issue-- my loving  dad had me removed from the church prayer list. I do not attend this church but some of my family does and if the graveyard rose up all the sudden my family tree would break. Oh and they would go and eat my dad for his wicked ways. He and his sister (imagine me saying that word like Darth Vader in RTOJ) basically accosted the pastor on the phone to have me removed. He did it to end a losing fight on his part. I was then put in a the pickle of are prayers good from this church or are they wishing me ill will. The good won and I called the preacher and had myself returned to the prayer list and Luke Skywalker wins again. Wait....wait...sorry for the nerd moment. Ain't no rest for the wicked, until they close they eyes for good. Morbid but true.

The wife's side featured less stress but more questions. It was okay, I expected it. But when I say inflammation process and chronic protein elevation, plus chronic central retinal vein occlusion they look at me like.... huh, take an aspirin. Maybe not that bad but that is how I feel. I try and spill it in human terms(not medical lingo) for them. It helps some. If I told them protein is the basis of life next to water  and too much is bad, they may get it. If I say it helps digestion and I have too much so I have chronic digestive issues. They may get it. If I say protein has fat with it and it can clog veins and other blood flow they may get it. ( Hey hey that is the eye stuff guys) If I say extra protein in the body can build up in organs and cause cancers and stuff. They may get it. If I say the inflammation caused these knots on my knuckles and stiffness in my hips,knees,spine,toes,neck,shoulders,elbows. They may get it. If I say I walk with a cane and always will because of this inflammation. They may get it. I if pull down my pants and show them the oozing sore on my thigh caused by inflammation that does not heal. They may get. If I say get on my left side and try and hit me. They do it. I do not stop them because I cannot see them at all. They may get it. 

I did not do that. That would be rude, mean, and cruel. I did however tell them some of that stuff, the less gross stuff. The facial impressions changed from that is it  to you poor bastard. I also ran into a person who I knew was having a hard time with life in general. I had spoken with them a week ago or so, my open letter to the depressed was for them. (It was not a suicide note like my poor mother thought. ) I expected a moment of us to talk about it in person, maybe hug it out, cry a bit. You know get that emotional stuff you need to get moving back in the right course of life. This did not happen. No talk happened. No nothing folks. I was hurt by it but I will continue to be if needed. They know my phone number, google chat name, facebook page, blog profile, email..... get the point. I am here. Ain't no rest for the benevolent until we close our eyes for good. 

Below is the song/video(yes they still make music videos,I just do not know here they are played) that inspired this post.