Damnit, I'm tired of this now. *Whimper, whimper.* (long rant)

[Jamastiene]

I have had three days off to pulverize myself, or so it seems. Late Friday after noon, I was walking into my aunt's room because she had called me in there to look out the window at some critters before they left. I hurried in there and along the way I wrapped my little toe of my left foot around the wheel of her bed. Yes, it hurt bad. I whined and whimpered whilst laying on the floor for about 5 minutes. Nevermind the critter. It probably left because it thought we were running a torture chamber in here. It fucking hurt, I tell ya.

Saturday, I was coming out of my bedroom to refill my ever-empty Dr Pepper glass. I swear I think there is a hole in the bottom. I always seem to need more Dr Pepper. Anyhow, I managed to smack my right shoulder into the door frame hard enough to spin me around. Yes, it hurt. I whimpered and whined while I poured my Dr Pepper. Of course, finding 3 liter Dr Pepper in this town would involve having my tits felt up by a preacher over at Edwards IGA (fair warning for any DU women if you ever happen to visit in Rockingham, NC, ol' man Edwards is a pervert. HE always WILL touch your tits if he gets half a chance.) So, where was I, oh, yes, naturally I ran out of Dr Pepper and had to open a fresh two liter. No, I don't like for male preachers to feel my tits, so I get the two liter size drinks. I went to open the new 2 liter Dr Pepper later that evening and the shoulder reminded me that I had smacked it. Yes, it hurt. Needless to say, I was hoping yesterday would be better. It wasn't.

Yesterday, I was getting my aunt ready for bed. She has one of those hospital style beds with a railing on one side. Of course, her particular physical situation makes it so the rails lean against the wall side and there are no rails on the other side. However, there are still two of the little holders sticking out about oh, maybe two inches. It helps her, she says, to have the rails against the wall and none on the outside area. Anyhow, she wanted me to move the mattress up away from the foot of the bed. Let's put it this way. MS is one funky fucking disease. I handed her a cold boiled egg out of the refrigerator the other day. It had been in there overnight. When I handed it to her, she started tossing it from hand to hand saying "Ohhh, Hot Hot Hot." That's the nature of the disease. Well, her feet are the same way. Cold is burning hot to them. Real hot though, she cannot feel at all. Fareaky, but true. Anyhow, that is why she wanted me to move the mattress up: So her feet wouldn't touch the foot of the bed and burn them. :eyes: Anyhow, I went to push the mattress up and that little thing that sticks out two inches hit me in the shin bone. Scraped some meat off of me too. Yes, it hurt. I dealt with it and got her to bed anyhow.

I nursed my pain last night with pain killers. I thought, well, now my left toe, my left shin bone, and my right shoulder are hurt this weekend. At least my right leg and toes are ok and my left shoulder. I thought too soon. Just a few minutes ago, I went to the bathroom and on the way out, well, remember the thing I did with my right shoulder? I smacked the hell out of my right knee on the door frame. It's now swelling. And to think, moments ago I thought my right leg and my left shoulder had made it through this overly clumsy weekend for me. Nope, I spoke and thought way too soon. Yes, my bottom lip is poked out and my right knee is throbbing and still hurts bad right now.

I'm clumsy normally, but usually only once a week do I run into walls and things and trip over cracks in the sidewalks like this. This is four freaking things in one weekend. I've had it now. I want a break from the pain. Either I must light somewhere and sit still for the rest of the night or guard my left shoulder (my only working non hurt shoulder left) until this Friday the 13th weekend is over. And the worst thing about it is that I am one of those scientific types who DOES NOT BELIEVE IN LUCK, good or bad. I don't believe in that shit. Why the hell has this weekend been so bad for me it terms of pain and hurting myself?

I should just go find a punk band, relive the days of my youth, take my throw around guitar, jam, and throw myself on a drum kit now. If I am going to hurt damnit, at least I want some cool music and some sweat pouring off of me in the process. I had less bruises after Lollapalooza. Everyday life has no right to do this type of shit to me. I get no enjoyment out of this type of pain. I miss my punk bands, dammit. At least then the pain was therapeutic.

*Whimper, whimper.*
<bottom lip quivers while I whimper.>

[eyepaddle]

1. Sorry to hear that

As we Minnesotans would say "Uff Da!" That's a bad run of luck.

It ain't much, but this is all I have :hug:

[Jamastiene]

3. Thank you.

I needed for someone to know what all has happened this weekend. It hurts, everything hurts. :hug:

[bertha katzenengel]

2. Jama, dear...

sounds like you need a nurse. :hug: Take care of yourself, or we'll soon be vying for the title "World's Biggest Klutz." :hug:

[Jamastiene]

4. I believe I would be qualified to win that one.

I certainly am clumsy enough. Too much this weekend. The bad thing is that all my extremities hurt so bad in so many different places that I don't know which one to nurse first. I don't have that many heating pads and I can't see myself immersed totally in ice either. :hug: