I got some words of sympathy from some coworkers who had noticed how badly I'd been limping, and I even got to share a joke with one about my Dancing With The Stars dream being over. Haze of painkillers and pain that kept breaking through, and I surprised myself by still being mentally sharp and able to breeze through the day, and before I knew it five-thirty had arrived and I hobbled to the elevator gratefully. Knowing that someone understood how I was hurting made me feel comforted.
Adam won't be home from New York until well after midnight. We hope he will have the weekend off.
I am going to work on my novel, take a bunch of supplements, play with my cats, drink a smoothie, watch "Lost," and go to bed early. I hurt too much to do much else.
Links to think about:
The Troubling Allure Of Eating Disorder Books.
http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/05/11/the-troubling-allure-of-eating-disorder-books/Enlightment Therapy.
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/26/magazine/26zen-t.html?_r=1&scp=1&sq=zen%20psychotherapy&st=cseAre You Killing The Apostrophe?
http://encarta.msn.com/encnet/Features/Columns/?article=ApostropheCatastrophe>1=27004Are Me and Him Ruining the Movies?
http://encarta.msn.com/encnet/Features/Columns/?article=RuiningMoviesDo You Feel 'Bad' or 'Badly'?
http://encarta.msn.com/encnet/features/columns/?article=BadOrBadly Errors That Aren't: 12 Grammar Rules You Can Toss Out the Window.
http://encarta.msn.com/encnet/Features/Columns/?article=ErrorsThatArentNeil Gaiman Says That George RR Martin Is Not Your Bitch.
http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2009/05/entitlement-issues.html