I love my house. I love relaxing and watching TV, but all this occurs under the premise that I can leave it at any time if I need to. This injury has had me laid up and stuck in my house. If I become brave and attempt to venture very far, the pain flares up again. I feel so weak and frustrated but most of all lonely.
A friend of mine came to visit yesterday, and we ate desserts and sat and talked for hours. I really miss talking to human people in person not via the internet.
Today's weather is particularly horrible. It's cloudy and humid, and I'm certain a storm is coming. I want to run away and leave this stuffy air behind, but I can't run. I can barely walk.
Yesterday, I was moving much easier, and I had a faint glimmer of hope. "I'm getting better!" I thought. Unfortunately, it was just the medicine, and once it wore off, the pain returned.
I feel so...I don't know, so many things. I just want my life to return to normal.
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