…and I’m always one to rush it.
But you just can’t rush it.
Really, there’s no rushing.
I worked 7.5 hours today. On top of the 6 hours I put in yesterday it was too much. I can’t sleep because I’m in so much pain and the Vicodin isn’t even touching it.
I don’t know how I’m going to work tomorrow. I don’t know how I’m not going to work tomorrow. I should call in. My doctor would probably be pissed if he found out that I’ve done what I’ve done.
I don’t want to call in. I don’t like telling people that I can’t do something. I don’t like being limited. I don’t like being weak. But gosh, I don’t know how I’m going to get through another day…and this just can’t be good if it hurts this much (my pain-o-meter doesn’t always function properly so it’s seriously hard for me to tell the difference between ‘good’ pain and ‘bad’ pain).
Okay…so maybe I’m not weak. Maybe I just had surgery a week ago and they busted up my ankle pretty good (all in the name of healing). But it frustrates the hell out of me that I can’t take care of myself…and it’s even more frustrating that I’m dependant upon others. I often wish (in more ways that one) that I was one of those completely self-sufficient people…but they’re probably not even real. They’re probably just some urban mythical creature…heck, they might even ride unicorns.
Do you know that I always, always end up crying at the end of a Nanny 911 episode? Always.
Do you know that I really desperately need a haircut and a fashion make over? I can’t remember the last time I bought something that wasn’t on the sale rack. Heck, I can’t remember the last time I ventured into a dressing room without a little someone in tow. Men have NO IDEA how hard it is to make fashion decisions with a running commentary that sounds like this: “Mommy are you done yet? That’s pretty. And tomorrow when we go to see Nana… Mommy are you done yet? I need to go potty. I’m hungry. Can we go now? But I need a new toy Mommy. Can I get a cookie?”
I was watching a new show on Bravo about this woman who takes over a hair salon for a week. I can’t think of her name right now but she’s just fabulous! I love her. I think I want to be her when I grow up…
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September 24, 2008 at 4:22 am
Michelle @ the ocean
Tabitha’s Salon Takeover, and I want to have balls like her, and I adore her hair. If something is on Bravo, I’ll watch it. I’m enjoying your writing you talented woman, email me sometime…
OMG! Are you serious? Is that you? Are you reading here? OMG!
Promise to self: “This will not change what you write.”
But seriously, it’s SO good to see you here and you being the literary giant that you are…well, it means a whole lot to me that you’re enjoying my writing.