I sprained my ankle last weekend. Unfortunately there’s no dramatic story to account for the injury; unless you consider speed + not paying attention + 3″ heels dramatic.
I’ve been limping since and only today am I able to walk normally, albeit still with pain.
I scraped both knees and the top of my foot, and there is a spot on my knee where any pressure results in a stabbing sharp pain. Let’s just say the one time I got on my knees for a man, pain got in the way of my pleasure.
I burnt myself in two places during a marathon cooking session this weekend.
I am premenstrual.
Work has been a massive cluster fuck. And not the good kind. I like to solve problems, which is good because it’s my job to do so, but sometimes it wears thin.
I had another fight with my ex husband Will at the beginning of the week. Just as we seemed to be able to at least get a denouement on the first topic, he told me I obviously considered our son to be an inconvenience, and he thought it sad he wasn’t a priority in my life.
This from a man who left the country for work once and was willing to do it again. He had the gall the next morning to ask me via text why I was angry with him.
That stress sticks with me as much as I try to move past it. Headaches came as a result.
I have no hot water. My boiler was acting up. Then it decided to leak large volumes of water. So we had no water, period. I got that addressed at the end of the week but I still have no hot water.
My favorite sports team is not doing well.
Tony did some shit that’s nothing new but still pissed me off – mostly because it just made me sad. I’m continuing to pull back.
I had a great weekend with the kid and it helped reset my state of mind. I kept my phone away and we had fun with friends and I signed off my weekend with wine and cheese with a friend struggling with deciding whether to separate from her husband of many years.
It’s the start of a new week and can only get better. I still don’t have hot water but at least I’m going to the gym today and can shower there.
I have a few pre-clearance dates this week; short meetings for a drink to gauge whether there is chemistry. One I cancelled because he was already too mushy and lovey-dovey – having not met or even spoken on the phone I took this as a yellow flag. I wasn’t feeling it and didn’t want to waste my time. I feel rather blasé about them all; I honestly don’t care if they cancel.
Perhaps I will be pleasantly surprised and perhaps I will close down my profile again by the end of this week.
Either way, I’m not sure I care, and I don’t even know whether to be happy or sad about that.