It is not a good day and we haven't even started on the housework yet. I get a bad feeling I'm going to get stuck with it tomorrow and still have some pre-Christmas baking I was going to do so I don't have it all to do on Sunday.
My body feels like it has been beaten with sticks. I need strong pain medicine. But I can't see my doctor until the 27th. Would someone just shoot me now, stuff me and mount me on a wall somewhere?
I am NOT a pleasant person right now. I will rip your freakin' head off at the slightest provocation. Hell, I may just do it without being prodded!
The situation is: my abdominal and back muscles are so freakin' weak that I can't sit or stand for any length of time without searing pain. You all know how pleasant searing pain is. I won't describe it to you.
I feel lethargic and ready to sleep the sleep of the damned. I believe I also have an abscess. It can't be a Bartholin's abscess because it is not in the right place. This cyst or abscess is in my groin region, about midway outside of my left labia majora. So sitting incorrectly results in a pinch of pain.
Pooky still is under this impression that I'm a 100% normal functioning person. I screamed at him a few times lately that I am not like him. I don't have the stamina, the means to do even small stuffs. Wrapping the gifts for my brother's family exhausted me.
- I want to scream like a lunatic, but I don't have the energy for it.
- I want to enact my plan for Total World Domination, but that is too much like work.
- I am hungry and I don't care because: (a) the pain has killed my appetite; (b) making food is a lot like work.
- I believe I have psychologically snapped, yet still feel reasonably sane; this will pass.
- I could be suffering from PMS. If not that, it is just adding to the problem(s) at hand.
- I have no idea how Pooky manages to endure my wrath. Perhaps he has well-insulated nerves?
- What I really need is a trained blood hound. (That's a quote from Eeyore.)
- I am a Stinging Nettle. Inside of me you'll find plenty of venom and poisonous substances. Don't mess with me, I'm the Shrone.