This is not the best day I have ever had, but it is not the worst one either.  My nurse came to see me this morning and, as usual, we disagreed on a couple of forms of treatment for me.  I wound up letting her think she won because I thought it would be the easiest thing to do.   I had a quick breakfast and then took a bus and train downtown and went to the Social Security Office, where I obtained a proof of my income for the past year.  I wound up waiting nearly two hours but at least I got someone who gave me some extra help.  On my way there, I somehow managed to roll off of a sidewalk and onto a railroad track.  That gave me quite a jar.  My back has been hurting me ever since then, but I have medicine, which I intend to take before I go to my Relapse Prevention Group tonight.   When I returned home, there was a message waiting for me from my nurse saying that she had come to see me (for the second time today) and kept knocking on the door, but I was not home.  She is very persistent and said she will be back tonight.  I called and told her I would not be home until eight o'clock or later.  That did not seem to deter her one bit.  I will be tired and worn out, so I hope that whatever she wants I can do it very quickly.  By then I will have ridden two trains and six buses today.   I better sleep well tonight because I have another full day tomorrow, and another one after that.  This week seems like it will go on forever.   “Sometimes we are limited more by attitude than by opportunities.” Anonymous