Breaking down

Last night I had to have a little crying jag.

I had to tell the hubby how horrible/depressed I felt that I couldn't:

Take care of my family.
Put my child to bed comfortably.
Clean the house.
Work without discomfort.
Take part in activities that usually relax me.

And that I always hurt, so I'm taking pain medication. That medication makes me nauseated so I'm taking anti-nausea medication on top of it. I'm miserable. I'm not looking for all of you to feel sorry for me. I'm just telling it like it is.