I’ve got the whine. It’s been a rough few days. Last week I did something to my leg, I’m not sure what; I just know it hurts. The only thing different that happened was when I got down on a my knees to check under the bed for the cat before closing the bedroom door. I had to have help getting back up and Hubs kindly assisted. I didn’t feel anything wrong then but over the next couple of days my lower leg started to hurt. Not the knee; the knee is great. The area below the knee on the front of the leg and edging toward the inside feels sort of like a bruise – painful to the touch. Plus it hurts to put weight on it. It began to grow more uncomfortable the longer I was on it and after the weekend it was bad enough I stayed home from work two days.
Now I’m back to using crutches – which makes my neck and back hurt too, damn it! I’m so tired of hurting. I don’t remember what it’s like to be pain-free. I know it’s partly my fault because I haven’t been diligent with my exercises but they hurt too. Now I’m paying for being a slacker. It’s times like these when I can almost imagine going to sleep and not waking up.
No, I’m not really suicidal. Life is a precious gift and I’m a survivor. I’m just so damn tired of everything. Physical pain, emotional pain, feeling helpless – the whole shebang. Tomorrow I’ll probably have a better outlook. Or maybe the next day.
Whine over. Enjoy your cheese.