Someone just informed me that it is Monday ~ weird. Doesn’t feel like Monday. SO!
Due to my lack of schedule, today is now Saturday.
Think about it. Change the beginning of your week to the “real” Saturday and I bet you a million marbles that it you would never have a bad Monday again…
Been only two weeks since I screwed up my ribs ~ I was thinking that it was a lot longer? I really got to stop swishing my life away by living six entire weeks in just two.
Really. No wonder I am so tired all the time, eh? wow.
Ribs are doing fine ~ can’t lift much, can’t breathe deeply, can’t push anything, can’t lift anything… oh wait. I already said that. Makes me NUTS to not be able to carry things…
I have water therapy in the morning, and then “land” therapy the day after the day after that. (That would be my Tuesday, and then Thursday in the life of a “normal” human…) I like the water part, I want to do it more often. The land part?
I don’t care for it… something about taping my knees so that my muscles learn to work properly again… I can feel that it will work, but I can also feel how awkward and weird I am while I try to adjust to having everything work properly… it feels ~ well… yeah. Awkward and weird.
And it HURTS when I take the tape off.
I want to get better though, so I must keep trying.
yes. Keep trying. just keep trying, trying, trying…
Channeling my inner Dory fish.
Suddenly I miss the BCoNW really bad.
I want to go home, desperately.
I need a hug.
And a minion.
Preferably one that I can sleep with.