Dec 18, 2007 13:12
And counting.
And my body, as usual, hates me. I think I might have to borrow Del's spoon metaphor. Today I have none. I woke up with pain in my lower back. The pain in my hips is murder today. My knees aren't far behind. My temper yesterday was clue number one, my stomach today is clue number 2. Tomorrow, my period will probably start.
The only things I can accomplish on days like this, are things that require nothing more than sitting/laying in front of the computer, or talking on the phone.
I paid my ticket. I made arrangments to have new tires put on the truck Thursday so M can take it to Michigan on Friday.
And I'm so exhausted right now, it hurts to breathe.
Anyone have a maid they can let me borrow for a day?
life,
health,
hurt,
tony,
sick