I've been grumping around for the past week or so, not just because of my return to job but mostly because of a return of pain. Ewww.
And on top of that, I feel like my beloved surgeon has kinda dropped the ball on me. Twice.
Boo, poor me, right? Or I could say:
Poor pitiful Pearl
as we used to snark at each other, back before we knew the word snark, before the Snarkopalypse of our time, before the ubiquitous Snarkolepsy afflicting us all...
Maybe nothing undoes me quite like this nerve pain does, unless it's also sleeplessness. The pain is always there in the background, eating up my efficiency like an unwanted piece of software running in the background while you're on your computer, doing who knows what but slowing you way down.
So I just feel boring and uninspired and super-tired, and looking forward to feeling comfortable someday and hitting Esc on this dreary selfish-seeming woe.
These are not big problems, but still I'd like to escape them. I think I would feel less miserable about no longer being in the paradise of my home every single day if at least I didn't have this physical limitation and hobbly walk. I'm kind of over it, so believe me, I get it if you are, too!
I'm hoping tomorrow will be a bit sunnier. The forecast is for heat in the 90s. I'm hoping I warm up on the inside and get my glow back.