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[geminigirl]

So 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, 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...

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[geminigirl]

I'm sleeping on my back in order to keep my leg up. This is part of the problem-I hate sleeping on my back. I don't sleep well. She offered me percocet but it turns me into a zombie. Plus I don't like the narcotic side effects. Unfortunately, Ultram is non-formulary, which means I hoard what's left of the script I have for moments of absolute desparation. It works and it doesn't make me sleep or turn my brain to mush.

I took my shower on my knees.

And what it is is that I need her to carry the litter box liner filled with poop out of the house. I can't take out my own trash, forget the litterbox which is quite a bit heavier. And since I have no litter in the house at the moment, to help me buy more litter since I can't carry it. She offered and I hate the thought of accepting that help, but I have no choice.

I do need a hug today. And a warm bed. I think I'll head home since I'm not getting return phone calls...

[melaniesuzanne.livejournal.com]

Yes, take her up on her offers to help you. One of my friends not only stayed with me when I recuperated from surgery last year, she also washed my clothes, ran the dishwasher and vacuumed all the cat fur which had accumulated on the carpet while I was at Pennsic. Another friend was kind enough to scoop the litterbox for me. Your friends aren't just being "nice" by offering. They really do want to help you out.

Try to get in some snuggle time with the kitties. Hopefully they can help cheer you up, too.

[geminigirl]

melebeth's suggestion was "buy more underwear!"

I just hate not being able to do for myself.