Reflections
Depending on my mood, I can start the day feeling sorry for myself or feeling great. It's thar "Poor Me" syndrome that bothers me. It can come and go without warning, but lately it often comes way too often and stays way too long.
The medical community calls it depression. I suppose that's what I might have, but fortunately that feeling passes quickly so it doesn't bother me much. I found that thinking of all the good things I encounter more than makes up for the bad. As a result, I decided to stop being depressed. That was simple enough- when it works.
There's plenty to keep me mentally occupied. It's the lack of physical activity thing that drives me nuts. My wife knows all about how I feel and goes out of her way to help. The root of my problem is the constant pain and limited mobility that is the issue
I recently read a report on suicide which claimed 90% of them are due to serious pain issues. I can believe it. Thank God I am too much of a coward to consider taking my life. I 'd rather suffer.
"Screw the Pain - Save a Soul" is my new motto.
I've decided to take a new tack to deal with my pain. It's actually an old tack that dates back to my childhood days when I attended a parochial school in Detroit. The nuns taught us that we could do our part to release some poor souls from purgatory by offering our pain and suffering on their behalf. What the hell, it couldn't hurt to give it a try. If it works, I would have a lot of souls beholding to me.
I confess I have lost much of the religious fervor and zeal of my youth, but for some reason the pain for heavenly gain trade-off stuck with me. Consequently, I took the advice of Sister Albertina and dedicate every new and old pre-existing pain to good use by bailing some unsuspecting soul out of their temporary fire and brimstone existence.
I suspect that at this stage of my long running Purgatorial Release Project, I have bailed out hundreds, if not thousands of imperfect Christians from their indefinite period of restitution by fire. I mean, what the hell, we are only human. Let my people's souls go. Maybe someone will do the same for me some day.
Ouch! I just had another sharp pain and there goes another poor soul flittering upward to his reward.
