|Hot Pocket of Zip Ties
||[Sep. 12th, 2008|09:50 am]
Got so hungry I wolfed down a breakfast lean pocket. Now my tongue is burned. A scalding pocket of lava indeed. But how I love hot cheese and chemicals in the morning. Last weekend I bit into a hot cob of corn and burned the gums of both inner and outer upper and lower front teeth at once. That was genius as well.
I am working at home today. I have on monkey boxers that belong to Craig. Whenever I wear them I sing, "Round and round the mulberry bush the Monkey chased the weasel." But, he no can find weasel. Why? Because I'm very dorky. No reason. Craig is used to my antics by now.
I awoke this morning to nothing but a burning hip and leg. I dreamed that all of my flesh melted off of my body except my spine which was held in place with large white zip ties. Of course, in mine, some of the zip ties were worn and broken. Someone plucked it (it was nothing but bones and zip ties) out of my back and was trying to sell it. I think in my own sleep riddled mind I just wanted someone to rip the thing OUT so it would stop hurting. I aspire to become an invertebrate? Yo, Jelly! Everyone needs a little wiggle room.
Other than that, happy Friday people! Tonight, if all goes well, I will enjoy some wine with Craig. I have no plans that involve leaving home. Seriously, it's that sort of a stupid flare up.
This is WITH physical therapy and vicoden. It still hurts so bad that I dream of my spine being removed. I just try to remember it is getting better all in all. It's just a matter of time and effort.
Even as I type this I'm just bored of the same thing. No one cares. What I mean by that is, of course, those who know me DO care and have done so much to help me, but I can't accomplish what I want to in life and dedicate so much time to misery. Where I am going there is no time for misery. It is not mentally attractive to be needy, especially needy of sympathy and understanding. We all need some of it, but when does it become enabling instead of helpful and loving? As we get old it's just more and more physical pain. I have to fight so it can't be in my mind anymore, even if it overruns my body. I don't want to be nothing but complaints. I have too much good to risk becoming that.