Happy Pain Day to me
Dec. 26th, 2007 10:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightrosefoxOh, the next several days will be fun. No, wait, what's the opposite of fun? Not fun.
In the middle of the night, being unable to sleep, I kept hearing noise and music coming from the living room. So I went to the stairs and began to descend with the intention of asking my roommate to turn the music down, as it was one in the morning and Adam and I had to be up at six to get Penelope to the vet at seven for her spay appointment. And I slipped. And I crashed down. And I slid. Bump, bump, thump, ow ow ow, down the carpeted stairs. I managed to grab the banister halfway down, cling to it, and stop myself from potentially landing on my head. I called to my roommate to please turn the music down and limped back upstairs. Turns out, he was playing his guitar and couldn't play any quieter. Also, he was drunk and possibly forgot what I'd asked. I tossed and turned, now in excruciating pain, and finally fell asleep at one-thirty. My dreams involved watching scary zombie movies, peeking through my fingers, with my mother, who had a head cold. Another dream involved eating chicken roasted in goji berry juice, from a Chinese restaurant that had just opened in DC's Chinatown, where I worked. The chicken was drenched in goji juice, and injected with it, and surrounded by goji berries like decorations. Every time I ordered the chicken I got a free bottle of goji juice. So the dream stretched into days, and I'd eat lunch at the Chinese restaurant every day, just to get that goji juice. It was very affordable, too. I woke up two hours later, tasting chicken and wondering if I should get more chicken at lunch, before realizing it had been a dream and there was no goji juice-soaked roast chicken with free goji juice, damn it. I went back to sleep disappointed.
Alarm went off at six, and Adam and I spent twenty minutes looking for Penelope. I found her in the bathroom. Hiding in plain sight. We dropped her off at the vet, where she'll be overnight following her girlparts surgery. Adam dropped me off at the metro. I napped restlessly and woke up just in time for my stop at Gallery Place.
I'm struggling to contain frustration. At humanity, for often being stupid. At people who call Libertarians "abominations." At myself, in general, for often not doing everything I can and should be doing to help make things easier. At (and for) my roommate, who hasn't paid rent since November because his paychecks have been meager through no fault of his own, although he's looking for another job, and who needs to help more with housework, who stays up all night on many nights, who often forgets to shut the front door and turn lights off, and who is doing so well in his life but needs to remember the little details; I love him dearly, no matter what, but still, frustrations.
And so now I am in some awful pain, but I'm smiling. I'm making the most of it. My left leg is on fire, my right knee feels wrenched, and I'll be limping for a while. But it's not worse, I'm not badly wounded, I'm doing just fine. I'm taking painkillers and anti-inflammatories.
So it's okay.
In the middle of the night, being unable to sleep, I kept hearing noise and music coming from the living room. So I went to the stairs and began to descend with the intention of asking my roommate to turn the music down, as it was one in the morning and Adam and I had to be up at six to get Penelope to the vet at seven for her spay appointment. And I slipped. And I crashed down. And I slid. Bump, bump, thump, ow ow ow, down the carpeted stairs. I managed to grab the banister halfway down, cling to it, and stop myself from potentially landing on my head. I called to my roommate to please turn the music down and limped back upstairs. Turns out, he was playing his guitar and couldn't play any quieter. Also, he was drunk and possibly forgot what I'd asked. I tossed and turned, now in excruciating pain, and finally fell asleep at one-thirty. My dreams involved watching scary zombie movies, peeking through my fingers, with my mother, who had a head cold. Another dream involved eating chicken roasted in goji berry juice, from a Chinese restaurant that had just opened in DC's Chinatown, where I worked. The chicken was drenched in goji juice, and injected with it, and surrounded by goji berries like decorations. Every time I ordered the chicken I got a free bottle of goji juice. So the dream stretched into days, and I'd eat lunch at the Chinese restaurant every day, just to get that goji juice. It was very affordable, too. I woke up two hours later, tasting chicken and wondering if I should get more chicken at lunch, before realizing it had been a dream and there was no goji juice-soaked roast chicken with free goji juice, damn it. I went back to sleep disappointed.
Alarm went off at six, and Adam and I spent twenty minutes looking for Penelope. I found her in the bathroom. Hiding in plain sight. We dropped her off at the vet, where she'll be overnight following her girlparts surgery. Adam dropped me off at the metro. I napped restlessly and woke up just in time for my stop at Gallery Place.
I'm struggling to contain frustration. At humanity, for often being stupid. At people who call Libertarians "abominations." At myself, in general, for often not doing everything I can and should be doing to help make things easier. At (and for) my roommate, who hasn't paid rent since November because his paychecks have been meager through no fault of his own, although he's looking for another job, and who needs to help more with housework, who stays up all night on many nights, who often forgets to shut the front door and turn lights off, and who is doing so well in his life but needs to remember the little details; I love him dearly, no matter what, but still, frustrations.
And so now I am in some awful pain, but I'm smiling. I'm making the most of it. My left leg is on fire, my right knee feels wrenched, and I'll be limping for a while. But it's not worse, I'm not badly wounded, I'm doing just fine. I'm taking painkillers and anti-inflammatories.
So it's okay.
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Date: 2007-12-26 03:14 pm (UTC)I've fallen down the stairs myself. You're right, not fun.
Take care.
*gentle get well hugs*
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Date: 2007-12-26 03:21 pm (UTC)I ended up making cupcakes that day. It wasn't the same.
Take care of your sore self.
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Date: 2007-12-26 03:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-26 03:29 pm (UTC)I hope all is well with the feline :)
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Date: 2007-12-26 03:32 pm (UTC)Kitty is fine. She's getting spaaaayed todaaay! *singsong*
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Date: 2007-12-26 04:05 pm (UTC)(maybe you should make your roommate pay for the electriciity he's using, if he isn't paying rent?)
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Date: 2007-12-26 04:06 pm (UTC)