knocked out

I had grand plans for this weekend. Room of the month for April (a weird set of smaller rooms) was going to get done. The monthly “family” newsletter I enjoy writing was going to be written and sent out. Some new recipes were going to be tested.

Not a bit of it got done. Last weekend, my knee started to hurt. Nothing terrible, but it hurt. Our trip home was fine, but then Thursday it started to hurt a little more. Then Friday, running from the parking lot to the Carlos at Emory (have I mentioned that I very much dislike finding parking at Emory? Well, I do.), I pushed myself and felt the pain coming on. Back at home, I couldn’t sit up to work and fell even further behind.

Saturday, things were looking up. I spent the day getting caught up at work. But by 8pm, I was feeling the pain again. This morning, I had high hopes, but when I started to try to clean the laundry room, my knee hurt so bad I started to cry. I parked myself on the couch. Each time I tried to get up to clean up a bit around the house, I could move for five minutes, then writhed in pain on the couch for ten minutes. I can’t find a position that doesn’t hurt.

So reminiscent of how much my knee hurt in NYC at KindieFest last year, but SO much worse. I’m about to throw in the towel. I hope that someone will bring the towel to me, so I don’t have to move in order to throw it.

In summary, though I have even more thoughts about being authentic, happiness and the rest, I can’t even imagine thinking about all that until the pain subsides somewhat.

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