Last night I played Nurse Betty to an ailing
dommeyourass, which wasn't exactly my first-choice in how to end a long restful weekend (or hers either, I'm sure!), though I was in a better boat than her because at least I didn't have searing back pain. And since it wasn't that long ago that I threw my own back out, I was extremely sympathetic and empathetic, happy to be of some service even if it was just to roll her over in the middle of the night and bring her ice packs.
Watching her struggle with invalidity, I was thinking about when I myself get injured or sick and how I swear up and down that I will never again take my health and non-pain state for granted, but of course I always do. Even now I feel whiney because I'm perfectly healthy, just a little sleepy but that seems to be all I can focus on. Naps can come later. For now, be happy I'm mobile and pain-free.
Last night's zombie movie was therapeutic in some strange way, though my tales of the plotline ended up causing someone else to have nightmares.
And for some reason this reminds me of the topic of gifts.
cruelnails, I forgot to mention that my Prince CD's arrived last week and I love them! I'm putting a package for you in the mail today. And
vfc, belated thank-you for the bookstore gift card and I thought you would be happy to know I made two purchases with it: a yoga DVD and a new paper journal that's thick, heavy and faux leatherbound -- it has the look and feel of a bible. As you can imagine, this makes me happy.
( I know not everyone is interested in horoscopes, so I cut for your protection. )
Watching her struggle with invalidity, I was thinking about when I myself get injured or sick and how I swear up and down that I will never again take my health and non-pain state for granted, but of course I always do. Even now I feel whiney because I'm perfectly healthy, just a little sleepy but that seems to be all I can focus on. Naps can come later. For now, be happy I'm mobile and pain-free.
Last night's zombie movie was therapeutic in some strange way, though my tales of the plotline ended up causing someone else to have nightmares.
And for some reason this reminds me of the topic of gifts.
( I know not everyone is interested in horoscopes, so I cut for your protection. )