Get you some cheese

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.