It’s “Pity Party” Time!
One of the bigger things I’ve learned the past few years, is that it’s ‘okay’ to feel bad. I can throw a fit that would put any three-year olds temper tantrum to shame! Trust me kid, I can best you blindfolded.
Sometimes you just need to take five-minutes and moan about the hand you’ve been re-dealt. I say ‘re-dealt’ because for me, this is all about being gifted with a chronic medical condition. Barf.
Some days it’s tougher and that brief session just isn’t going to cut it. It’s usually a buildup of things - not necessarily all health related that have me turning into a raving lunatic.
Down here in Texas we’ve gone from over a year of severe drought and restrictions - to so much constant rain we’re having horrible flooding. While I fortunately am not effected by the flooding, the non-stop rain has caused the stupid bursitis in my hip to let me know it’s alive and functioning.
So I’m limping around with no visible sign of a problem (cue in funny looks from people), driving is one large ouchy trying to work the pedals, and you go up and down the stairs on your butt… which in itself is actually pretty cool for an adult, but the fur-kids want to play too. I’ll leave it to your imagination as to that scene on the stairs with the kids.
Let’s see: everything hurts, I’m limping severely, it’s 92 degrees outside/86 in the office… and I took my car in this morning to have the air conditioner recharged. I should be so lucky.
I’m waiting on the phone call that the car is ready so that I can walk about .5 of a mile and hand over $580 $620 for a new compressor and all that goes with it. I drive a 1993 Mercury Sable with about 165K miles on it - and slowly but surely I’m getting a new car… piece.. by piece.. by piece.
“It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want too…”
June 8th, 2007 at 6:11 am
If you don’t give yourself a pity party once in a while…no one else will. So I say Party on cuz LIFE is carrying on behind your back.