Somewhere there is a dark force sucking all of the energy out of me. My soul seems as dreary as the gray clouds overlooking the world. The thoughts are up there in my head, they just can’t make it out. They are stuck on a post it note and no matter how hard I try, I can’t force it to go from there to my finger tips.
My feet apparently hates the rest of my body. Friday I was walking down the hallway to give my husband a grocery list. I didn’t make it. Instead my legs turned to Jello and I hit the floor. That hurt. It hurt even more when I couldn’t get up and hubby and Jellybean dragged me to the couch.
Last night I was attempting to straighten up the house. Once again my feet rebelled against me and the kitchen rug slipped and caused me to fly in the air and land on my back. I feel like I have been in a car wreck from the last two days.
My stress levels are off the charts. Between Christmas, my mother and whatever else Karma the bitch throws at me, I’m about ready to explode. For the most part I try to just stay in the bed. I figure if I stay there the rest of the world will keep moving but my time will stand still (in some strange way). I want to cry to see if it will help. But alas the only thing I can seem to cry over are sappy commercials and television shows.
Life for me right now is so out of whack. Thankfully I go to the Dr on Thursday. I think we need to have a talk just her and I. Right now though, I think I will go to my comfort zone and try not to think about the outside world.
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