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Jun. 18th, 2003 02:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
geminigirlSo today is a sit at home crying sort of day. Because I am feeling totally miserable. I'm not at home, I'm at work...after a night of no sleep and pain bad enough to send me to the Tylenol-3. (I haven't touched it since the first night when I took two of them and still was in pain.)
I'm feeling betrayed by my own feet here. They're supposed to do what I want and I am not supposed to get hurt doing things. It's just not supposed to happen. And it's not acceptable. Not okay with this.
I didn't cry about it when it happened. I was in too much pain to cry. And now it hurts a whole bunch phsyically, but it hurts my head at least as much, if not more. I'm in a don't wanna do things, don't wanna see people sort of space...I want to be miserable and mope. Which I won't do.
But the fact that I can't clean the stupid litterbox by myself...that's just over the top. Sorry. It's too icky to ask anyone else to deal with it. And yes,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aquariumgirl offered to do it, but I hate the thought of anyone else doing it. I hate doing it myself but that's not the point.
I just want to be home, in bed, miserable. I don't want that very often, but right now I want to be allowed to dwell in my misery, which I'm not allowing myself to do. I'm trying to keep a positive attitude and to keep occupied. I spent last night playing bridge withaquariumgirl et. al. Tomorrow night I'll go see rdhdsnippet's grandma, and then go to Woodbridge or Falls Church to the pharmacy and fill the prescription I need to take care of. (I could take care of it closer to home in SpgVa, but that pharmacy isn't open quite as late as the other two, so there isn't time to do it tomorrow.)
And at least I've got Harry Potter coming out on Saturday. I'll pick mine up at Midnight...
I'm feeling betrayed by my own feet here. They're supposed to do what I want and I am not supposed to get hurt doing things. It's just not supposed to happen. And it's not acceptable. Not okay with this.
I didn't cry about it when it happened. I was in too much pain to cry. And now it hurts a whole bunch phsyically, but it hurts my head at least as much, if not more. I'm in a don't wanna do things, don't wanna see people sort of space...I want to be miserable and mope. Which I won't do.
But the fact that I can't clean the stupid litterbox by myself...that's just over the top. Sorry. It's too icky to ask anyone else to deal with it. And yes,
aquariumgirl offered to do it, but I hate the thought of anyone else doing it. I hate doing it myself but that's not the point. I just want to be home, in bed, miserable. I don't want that very often, but right now I want to be allowed to dwell in my misery, which I'm not allowing myself to do. I'm trying to keep a positive attitude and to keep occupied. I spent last night playing bridge with
aquariumgirl et. al. Tomorrow night I'll go see rdhdsnippet's grandma, and then go to Woodbridge or Falls Church to the pharmacy and fill the prescription I need to take care of. (I could take care of it closer to home in SpgVa, but that pharmacy isn't open quite as late as the other two, so there isn't time to do it tomorrow.) And at least I've got Harry Potter coming out on Saturday. I'll pick mine up at Midnight...
