Monthly Archives: July 2016

Sleepy Summer

It’s hot in my house, and when I woke up this morning I noticed it was almost two hours before I had set my alarm to go off, so I rolled back towards the wall and nestled in the comfort of having time to do nothing. An hour and forty minutes later I woke up again, turned off my alarm, thought about the stretches I had to do and the fact that I really needed to clean the cat boxes, and I remained immobile. I noticed my foot aching, my knee aching, my shoulders and thumbs being sore and angry, and I rolled over again and didn’t open my eyes for two more hours.

Eventually, I got up.

I did my stretches.

I ate breakfast.

I did the chores I didn’t want to do.

I showered.

I said my prayers.

Then I fell asleep again 2 hours after I got up.

Half an hour after this nap, tried to stay awake by moving to the front room and reading a book, tried to ignore my foot, tried to think of something to do with my vast free time, inability to walk much, and my tendency to fall asleep while sitting in my house, and then I contacted my cousin.

I read again because she was busy.

When she wasn’t busy I got to see my nephew and experience the joy that comes with being loved by a small child. He had just been crying, but he smiled as soon as I walked into the room. It made my day.

I soon went home, called my boyfriend and talked about career options, had dinner with my family, watched pieces of films that weren’t good enough to watch entirely, and now I’m waiting to talk to the man that I’m dating before I fall asleep again.

I think something might be wrong with me, but it’s summer, it’s hot, I probably have allergies, and my foot aches because I broke it because my bones are weak…so I know there are things wrong with me…I just never know which one is causing what problem. Except the foot pain, pretty sure that’s being caused by the weak bones.

At any rate, I wrote a blog post to talk about how the greatest accomplishment of my day was making my nephew smile. …and sleeping a lot.

Maybe I’ll accomplish something at a later date.

Who knows.


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Fireworks and distractions

Happy July 4th, I love America.


Now that I’ve displayed patriotism, I shall talk about other things. Or maybe this day of independence celebrated by exploding things connects to what I’m about to say – because a lot of people drink beer and then light explosives off that are inches from their fingertips on July 4th, and they lose fingers, and I just put some board games away while cleaning and suddenly my finger is in agony and I can’t bend it. I hurt my finger. That’s how it relates. I didn’t blow my finger off with a firework – but I did hurt it… putting away a game.

As I type this out with one hand and contemplate how frequently and easily I hurt myself, and the fact that my foot still throbs because it’s probably broken too, and I woke up this morning with legs cramping and a body saying – Catherine, I hate you, we hate the world, roll back over and go to sleep, I wonder at what point I’ll have to inform the people I love of my injuries. I don’t like informing people of my pain, their reactions are usually very pitying, and pestering, and involve things like telling me to go to the hospital…and asking me things like why I haven’t been to the hospital yet…

So, I made a doctor’s appointment online for a week and a day from now, and I’ll just ward off their comments until then by masking my pain as exhaustion and anti-social behavior… Except I recently wound up with a boyfriend and he really likes to hold my hand, and he might notice me wincing in pain…or take anti-social behavior personally.

I was wondering the first two weeks of this relationship whether dating him was a good idea, because he seemed to like me so much, and I seemed just about perfect and flawless in his eyes, while he’s a normal human being – but now I remember that I’m secretly bound to fall apart at any moment, and him being able to accept that would be a miracle in itself and that – followed with his continued attempts to actually love me and will my good, would pretty much mean I should marry him…

I’m getting ahead of myself though.

Right now all I know is I’m in pain and it sucks, and I don’t wanna let anyone know because then I get treated like an invalid, except by the doctors who are just like “Yep, you broke something, here’s another cast!”, and then send me out the office because all I am is another patient. So then it’s me, in a cast, facing the pitiful faces of those I love and attempting to make them think everything is fine so that they’ll let me continue to live a semblance of a normal life.

Well, it’s a normal life for me…breaking bones.

I’m probably fine, but I needed to vent.

Pray for me dear readers. Prayers work miracles. In fact, thanks for your prayers for my friend with cancer – all her tumors disappeared. Praise be to God!

He’s the reason for my hope, my joy, and also why I don’t like making a huge deal when I hurt myself, because it always gets better.


I do need to go to the doctor though.

Okay, bye!




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