I’ve been on the verge of tears for two days now. I never made it to the writer’s group meetings or workshop yesterday and I never made it to the picnic. Instead I was on the couch with my leg wrapped in ice and elevated. And feeling very sorry for myself. The two things I looked forward to for the whole month and I couldn’t get to either one.
I made myself go to dinner with my mom and sister tonight because I just couldn’t bear being alone in this house all day again. Thankfully the young man who cut my grass before knocked on my door this morning and asked if I wanted him to cut my grass. I said, “Yes, thank you so much!” I couldn’t afford the $10 but I really don’t know when this knee is going to go back into place so I had to do it.
I so wanted to be at church today for the last service before the new sanctuary opens next week, but I just couldn’t imagine trying to walk from the parking lot into the church knowing I had to get to the grocery store today.
The grocery store was a whole other adventure. I was in so much pain limping around to get what I needed. I wanted to find a quiet corner in the store and just curl up and cry, but I knew I couldn’t or they’d be carting me away to the local psych ward. Although there are moments that doesn’t sound like a bad idea. But who would take care of Morriss.
I’m still feeling so very overwhelmed and tired. After I got all my groceries and the cold stuff put away, I got out the ice and laid on the couch for a half hour.
This is why I’m so late posting this. I’ve been busy working through the pain to survive this thing I call a life.
Today I’m grateful for:
1. The phone call this morning from my friend Bob in Florida. I miss him so very much.
2. I managed to get groceries even though I was in major pain.
3. I can rest tonight and all day tomorrow.