2003-06-17 - 7:17 a.m.
Now, that's good people
It’s not even 7 am yet, and I’m awake. What the fuck is this? I guess the sleep issues aren’t over, and they probably won’t be over until at least tomorrow. Maybe not until next week. This SUCKS.
My back, however, is a lot better. I can breathe, and it didn’t wake me up in the middle of the night. I’m still in pain, but the spasms are gone, and the ibuprofen is helping. Thank goodness.
Pain sucks. Pain particularly sucks when you have things to do but the pain prevents you from doing them. It’s horribly frustrating. All day yesterday I felt helpless and lazy; I had to pack up the car, I had to clean, and I couldn’t. I tried not to feel sorry for myself, but that’s tough; I always find it hard to focus on what’s important (i.e., getting better so I can do what needs to be done) when I just want to be coddled and made better. But I learned yesterday that some people are really great. REALLY great. Everyone in chat listened to me whine (for that I am forever grateful) and they all expressed concern. I like to feel loved. It’s nice. And I did feel loved yesterday; it was as if I knew that if I absolutely could not move and these people lived in my area, I could call them and they’d run over with ice packs and drugs. That’s pretty comforting.
I also owe a HUGE debt and a hug to Kalamity, who is my savior of the moment. She generously offered to send her husband over with his SUV to help me donate my furniture, but at the time I was still holding out for a charity to come and pick it up. They won’t—they’re all booked up until next month. So I swallowed my pride and asked her if they could help, and she didn’t even hesitate. Thursday evening? Fine. If we need to take two trips? Fine. I’m floored. That is one of the nicest gestures anyone has made to me in a long time.
So, things are looking slightly up. Now all I need to do is go back to sleep, which I will do shortly. booger’s brother is coming over at noon to help me carry the TV and the rugs, and he’ll help me take the Ikea stuff to the dumpster. I bought him five six-packs of beer. Variety pack! Also an example, however, of how people are willing to help out. That really is great.
Sometimes people don’t suck after all.
