Still (sur)Rendering

This is unbelievable.

In the past two days I have travelled more than 1200km and it will be another 800 or so by the time next Monday hits. If I live that long. Or if I let anyone else live that long.

I hurt. There is an ache so deep inside my muscles I don't believe it will ever fully heal. The next time he tells me not to carry the bookshelf, I will listen.

And I'm not sleeping again.

And I've developed edema - my ankles are the size of sofballs. The soles of my feet are on fire.

And could I possibly be more whiney?? Sheesh. Deal with it, Dar.

I'll live, I promise.

.dar.

Still (sur)Rendering All great truths begin as blasphemies. George Bernard Shaw
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: this side of dead Read/Post Comments (7) Share on Facebook There is nothing to read here. The content is over there, to your right. I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.		2003-08-06 8:17 PM Suck it up, princess This is unbelievable. In the past two days I have travelled more than 1200km and it will be another 800 or so by the time next Monday hits. If I live that long. Or if I let anyone else live that long. I hurt. There is an ache so deep inside my muscles I don't believe it will ever fully heal. The next time he tells me not to carry the bookshelf, I will listen. And I'm not sleeping again. And I've developed edema - my ankles are the size of sofballs. The soles of my feet are on fire. And could I possibly be more whiney?? Sheesh. Deal with it, Dar. I'll live, I promise. .dar. Read/Post Comments (7) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top