a terrible choice...

I am being a sad wise-ass here but this is the question: would you rather have to carry around a sack of rocks all day, so all your muscles and bones hurt, OR walk along in relative comfort but never knowing when a load of rocks might come crashing down on top of you, sending you to the ground in agony?
I feel like I'm in one or the other condition all the time. Either I'm in pain, or I'm not and I know I will be again before long. Yesterday when I went for a run I had that endorphin high for a few minutes and then I came inside and began to cry... the fresh air felt so good but my baby Andrew (haha big smelly man) is gone and won't be coming through that door ever ever ever again.