I woke up this morning after not nearly enough sleep. My elbow is rotting from the inside and the pain is prohibiting rest.
It might not really be rotting, but it kind of feels like it. I guess that's what a rotting elbow would feel like. It's hard to say, on account of I only have two elbows, and neither one has ever been proven to have gone rotten. Someday I am going to give the doctor a call and see if he has any advice. They always seem to say the same thing, though, which is "stay off it" or some variation of that. As if.
So, I was going to feel sorry for myself. That, and stop doing push ups.
Do you realize that a total nervous breakdown is a luxury for those who are wealthy? I can't afford a good breakdown, nor can I justify a bout of depression at the moment.
Emotional turmoil is an expensive undertaking. There's lots of lethargy involved, and prescription medications. Just the chocolate alone would bury me in debt. If you add doctors, lab tests and psychiatry, well, it's just not cost effective.
The alternative to clinical depression is shopping, but that's a rich woman's delight as well. It's a shame, really, because that's a lovely way to work through life's issues. There's nothing like a spending spree to make a girl feel better.
Wine has that addictive component that makes it too risky for daily use. Otherwise, I'd be all over that one.
Escapism is fun, though. I need to look into more of that. Like movies. Or just old fashioned denial. I'm still not very good at denial, but I am working on it. It's an art. I have observed several professional denial artists at work. Most of them are named Kara.
How dare I contemplate such sadness? I am blessed beyod measure. And stuff. It's just that what with the stress lately, and the fact that I am dying from elbow-itis, I feel a tad bit glum. It will pass.
I wonder if Patsy will share her Coach handbag collection?
4 comments:
I doubt a Coach purse would sooth your aching elbows, where as Aleve might help.
Chocolate does have its shortcomings - just not as medicinal as one would hope but it does help with short periods of solice when combined with warm soaking bathes....
Otherwise you could end up blogging at one in the morning wishing you could sleep..... 8 days as counting..... Watch father of the bride and picture me, with less white hair (though I may get there!).
kjp
quit picking on me with your 2 coach bags that are hiding in your closet. and don't you also have perfume from Tiffany and CO?????
hello!!!!!!!!!~paj
A rotten elbow. That sounds serious. When I find rotten food in my house I throw it away. You might try that with your elbow. Wait, that won't work. Maybe keeping it refrigerated will slow down the decomposition.
Charles and I are great escape artists. We can spend hours and hours escaping from reality. You should come visit us and we'll teach you.
Put your rotting elbow in the refrigerator?? That was REALLY funny! Thinking in pictures you know.
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