Well dammit.

My weekend ranked right up there with a visit to the dentist, as far as excitement goes. My week is not starting off any better, since I am home from work today, unable to walk any farther than a few feet. My pain level is off the charts even with the pills, and that has left me to weak too go. Dammit. This is unexpected to a degree but not necessarily a surprise, I have been unable to do anything since last week. I haven't been to the gym, I haven't been out anywhere, and a visit to the grocery store was the best I could do yesterday. Double dammit. Sometimes I go along pretending that there is nothing wrong with me, nothing I can't take into my own hands and change. Then reality takes over, thankfully only now and then, and shows me who's boss. I used to get mad, but there is no point. I am grateful that I am able to push through ninety-nine percent of it and keep going. I suppose the days now and then that I am stuck doing something other than I intended should just be endured and somehow enjoyed (?). If you can enjoy sitting in the bed in the middle of a messy room, laundry that needs doing, kitties that always want something from me, and a conscience that keeps whispering, "just TRY going to the gym...". Bleh. I rarely take joy in doing nothing, and to be a prisoner of my limitations is something I am unable to do with grace. So here I sit. Not complaining, not really. Okay, so maybe I am complaining a little. Happy freakin' Monday, ya'll. I'm out.