I'm afraid there is mostly crapola this week. As Jon Stewart would say - "let's take a closer look at this clusterfuck"
My entire big fat head is encased in infection. My sinuses, my gums; I think my hair might need to be shaved off to allow my head to bake in the sun.
For several weeks now my bad ankle, the one that needs surgery if I ever get to see a doctor, has been hurting more than usual. I have the support boot I got four years ago and I wear it on really bad days but I'm not even sure if it fits correctly anymore. I could be doing more harm than good.
And so I pamper it by walking at an odd tilt
Which of course causes all other sorts of issues.
I am so sick of myself. Cleaning, laundry, errands, taking care of the cats - they all become larger than they are.
I know to stay in the moment and I practice gratitude and humor yet sometimes ...
like an idiot ...
I get frustrated.
I'll bounce back ...
Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning to do afterward.
~ Kurt Vonnegut