Had a surprisingly good weekend, considering how deep I was in a strong pity-party all week last week! Everything just seemed so…insurmountable. And I felt mad at myself for being mad about it? Ugh. It’s an ouroboros of pain, frustration, pain, anger, etc. Like- things are actually pretty fine, EXCEPT I am mobility-impaired and limping around with a fat and bruised ankle/foot, with an additional soft tissue injury in my leg. Not bad, right? Well, turns out pain has a way of really wearing down (any) tolerance that you have.
The weather is nice, I want to be out doing things, enjoying it! And…It takes me forever and a day to hobble around. It always hurts.
Friday was the real kicker. We got dinged with a lousy tax bill, on top of our housing taxes went up to over 2k (thanks, while we are both unemployed), I’m struggling to walk, my car died, our fridge is acting up, the one fun activity we were going to do blew up in our faces etc etc etc).
So, basically nothing was going right. We couldn’t even manage one lousy brewery visit to fill out some passports for a contest we were going to enter. The first one? Closed on Friday. The second one? Parking lot full. Third one? Got in no prob, enjoyed a drink and…they are literally the only brewery NOT participating in the contest. HAH. You gotta laugh at that. So, to sum up…Absolutely nothing worked. I am in the hands of a capricious and vengeful god, apparently. And the weather is so beautiful these days too!
Frustrating or what?
Luckily I had lots of great weekend plans with my friends, because man…I was in a dark place limping around in pain for two weeks straight (and counting!). We hosted a friend’s dinner with Ian being the chef (great at it too) and then on Sunday I watched a horse show our other friend was riding in, and then went riding myself. Felt more optimistic, being out and about, thought it was a lot of walking on my injuries for the day.
And today? Well, I’m still here, still hobbling around in pain. Hoping for the day sometime in the next month I can walk confidently up AND down the stairs, putting my shoes on, socks too! I guess a girl can hope.