Bored Now

The Fates

Yesterday morning, until mid afternoon, this was my mantra.

Honestly, I’m sick and goddamn tired of these in bed exercises, reading in bed, writing in bed, spending too much bloody time on Twitter in bed and on and on IN BED. I was so restless and annoyed that even Coco had to get up and away.

I called for Ten just so I could piss and moan about my state of sick and tiredness (yes, I’m a real treat to shack up with). ‘Jesus cream cheese Christ,’ I sez, ‘I’m so bored I could just poop.’ After he stopped laughing, he took me to the can, man. Two exhilarating minutes later and back in bed, we discussed ways to de-dull my day.

• Walk to the seawall? After all it was gorgeous out. Nope. At least two spotters are needed to get me down the porch stairs Hmmph. I’d protest but see fall#1 and fall#2 of this past week.
• Nap? Nein. I’m bored not tired.
• More exercises? Not yet. I don’t want to overdo and then fail miserably in tomorrow’s (today’s) last home PT session (I start out patient PT in mid September)
• Lunch? Too early.
  

So, Ten set me up in the wheelchair by the window with my book (Jasper Fforde’s Early Riser—so far so good), sketch pad and crayons, cell phone and Coco. Sure, I could FINALLY do my 2020 tax prep BUT I’m not riding the Ennui Train THAT heavily…yet.
I think being bored is actually a good sign. Possibly my energy levels are on the upswing.

BUT ya know, once you give voice to feeling bored, the fates fly in to fuck you up. Straight up! Maybe that’s just me though.

What happened next?

• Bix shit the bed and had to be towed into the dealership. Luckily Ten wasn’t stranded in some far off locale when it happened. Getting fixed up is gonna cost some big benjamins. //sigh//
• My hematologist gave the AOK for dental surgery (to remove my shattered tooth). Joy. I think this can wait a few months. I’m all surgeried out for the year. YES, even minor-ish dental ops count.
• More stuff concerning Daddy’s death had to be dealt with. Every damn time something about Daddy’s exit stage left comes up, no matter how small, the flimsy bandaid over my grief is ripped clean off.
• And my back and left upper arm hurt. Doubtless one of my TWO falls from this past week are responsibile for this BUT why react when you can overreact. Am I having a stroke? A heart attack? No and no. Ten calmed me down. A little Tylenol and I’m fine.
  

Sheesh! That’ll teach me to keep my claims of tedium to myself.