Oh someone please, please, please tell me that the eternal nonsense of life sometimes ebbs. I need to hear that from some corner of the world. Anyone? Anyone?
I know, it doesn’t. It gets worse. It gets better. But none of it really ever goes away completely. Why bother even hoping for that?
A perfect example is the spectacular fall I took two Fridays ago. Oh man, it was epic. My daughter and I were being silly, having fun while she was getting ready for bed. I guess I was walking/singing/acting like a baffoon in general when suddenly – oh wait, I was also carrying a cup of seltzer (important detail) – so, suddenly, I was airborne. Then drenched. Then I was half in/half out of our small bathroom. My knee felt like it had exploded, which it essentially did, having smashed into the marble doorstep that leads into the bathroom. YIKES! OUUUUUUUUCH!!!!
My husband came running. Apparently, both my child and I were screaming. I didn’t realize I was until he told me later on. It took all of my strength to convince our child that – HAHAHA – I was – HAHAHAHA – fine. We laughed it off, I smiled through the tears that were ready to fall. She finally consented to going to bed.
That’s when I fell into my bed and cried. The pain was unbearable, and I have an intrathecal pump! Can you imagine how bad my pain would have been without it?
I don’t even want to try…..
Peace & painlessness,