
But I'm not here to discuss my cat's bath. I want you to look at her eyes. She has mastered the I-hate-this-more-than-you'll-ever-know stare. I've had a similar look for the past couple of days.
It started with a painful mishap late last week that strained my shoulder that sent me to the doctor today for a steroid shot and a prescription. The doctor said to take it easy and try not to lift anything heavier than a half gallon of milk. Like my daughter. Who weighs eighteen-and-a-half pounds last I checked. Also, I'm supposed to take it easy despite training for a 10K in a few weeks (I can do "light" running) and having an article to write (though sitting at the computer isn't so bad in small increments -- using the mouse is horrible).
With the onset of the shoulder pain came a bad bout of not wanting to be a mommy. I just needed a break this week. And I'm sure no one ever admits to feeling like this, but with this small handicap I just haven't been up for it. I've been tired and ornery, feeling the tug of art I can't seem to produce, getting jealous of all the people who have functioning body parts and interesting projects to work on, and wishing I had a map to point me in the right direction. And my shoulder has been killing me.
I'm pitiful.
It should be a few weeks before my shoulder is healed (God willing). And I should come out of this pity party in one piece (God willing). If you are so inclined, feel free to send chocolate and book recommendations. Stat!
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