I did not have the chance to prepare myself for PMS but who does really? Who does? It is frustrating. As if for four weeks, we brew up a feisty dish of angst and then, bottle it up to be uncorked for a surprise celebration of madness.
Why am I in such a "GAH!" mood? Well, I cannot stand this bum mode that I have been in for the past four... nearly five weeks. Five weeks that I have not gone shopping. Or head to Mill Point. Or take a drive somewhere relaxing. Or walk for that matter. I have caught myself in so many instances just picturing myself get up from wherever I am without the crutches. My leg hurts. When I do not elevate it, the blood circulation in the leg gets so bad that it feels like it is about to burst.
I am a girl with needs. I need to buy things. Be it a bubble tea. Or a ticket to New York (wishful thinking). I need to dance. To boogie. I need to stop depending on others. I need... to stop whinging.
I really do.
So this is the last of me that you will hear until my leg is out of its cast. I need to spend more time off the computer anyway. And get myself sorted.
I shall miss you blog.
I am going to miss your writing. But i do understand that you need to get away from your computer. For the time being.
ReplyDeleteBe patience woman, remember, we are the fighter. Slowly and patiently, you will be back to the old Mon... the one who loves to dance and do stuffs.
Eunice, because you brought me out tonight, I shall reward you with a blog. Not much of a reward is it? Tee hee!
ReplyDeleteI so needed tonight. Just for a breather. Now I can focus on other things. And on other people.
Arigato Gosaimas!