Good friends: Pain and worry.

I changed my medication, well actually my caretaker changed my medication. I'm sneaking people NSAIDS now. The change is dramatic. I slept like a puppy today and woke up feeling great.

Until I started to worry again. I've been worrying about so many things, mostly not being able to lift my leg as I get older, that when I had nothing to worry about, for once in a long while, I worried.

It was a worry in a vacuum.

It had all the feelings of a real worry, but there was no real worry to accompany it. It felt good. I have to admit. Good in a bad way, and that ain't good. Worry is my friend, just like pain is my friend, and all of a sudden now, I'm thinking I don't have very good friends.

But dumping an old friend isn't the easiest job to complete. I realized a long time ago that, if I lined up my dog and human friends (and remember I'm a dog so I like virtually all humans) and assessed their worth to me in terms of psychic enjoyment, libidinous fulfillment and raw beauty, I wouldn't choose 98 percent of them to be my friend today. But when I met them, either I was judgement-impaired, or they have changed. So assuming that they have changed, it has been so gradual that I've grown accustomed to their peccadilloes that would make me run the other way if a new friend had them.

It's the same way with my friends pain and worry. I'm so used to them, it's hard to part with them.

It's going to take more than people NSAIDS to get rid of my pain.

Wonder if people have this problem, too?