I’m having a bad day. Bad late last night. Painful night. Painful day. Painful night again. Physical pain — extreme osteoarthritis in my right knee. Probably getting a knee replacement next month — hopefully seeing who is supposed to be THE GUY to see in my area soon. Bad mood now. We all have them, but I’m tired. I’m tired of being in pain. Being sidelined from a lot of stuff. Of dreading stairs, curbs, looking for steps down where they’re hard to see because I know if I don’t step up or down with my left knee first, my left is not reliable.
And tonight my husband brought me home ice cream. I don’t eat ice cream often. I used to, but haven’t in years. Unless it’s a special flavor I want to try or to get vanilla to go with a cobbler. It’s 10:37. I waited to get some after watching a movie, did a sink full of dishes, threw away watermelon rinds, then got out the ice cream. There’s barely enough for a cup.
And some Facebook stranger commented something beyond dumb in a comment I mentioned a friend in. It was in regard to an event where an actor who plays a character we don’t like (and joke about) will be appearing. I wrote “hey, *friend’s name,* here’s something we can skip.” Dumb commenter wrote “just like your comment.” AND I WANTED TO WRITE: “except you didn’t skip it, you read and commented on it, therefore your comment makes zero sense.” BUT I DIDN’T.
My nerves are gone.
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