Down in the dumps
Why? Because I am.
Do you know what hurts? Typing hurts. So does getting dressed. Walking along hurts, running or jumping is impossible. Cooking? Hah! You ever tried chopping an onion with one hand? Your wrong hand? Playing with the kid or dog hurts when they always (accidentally) knock my broken arm. Reading a book hurts. Doing nothing hurts thanks to uncomfortable Frankenstein’s monster-esque pins. Sure I could try to do everything using only my left hand, but guess what? After a while that hurts too.
I’m bored. I can’t go out because walking around for too long gets painful. What can I do at home besides watch crappy TV on Lovefilm, drink tea, eat junk food and take naps? I applied for a job in July which is still going through the processing stage, even if I do get it I can’t train until after the cast comes off. I’ve got unfinished craft and sewing projects I can’t touch, new roller skates gathering dust and a half marathon training plan which never made it past week 2.
I don’t like moaning about it. I know everyone else has better things to do than listen to me. Matt’s got work and uni and exercise to concentrate on. Ashleigh’s got her cardboard box aeroplane to make and a sick fish to care for. Out of my huge abundance of two whole friends one is a busy company director, the other a GP. So I’m sorry to burden you with this, dear internet, but tough.