Bastard

pain

    Warmest greetings to anyone joining me here. I wish you blessings.

   Tis my third day being down and out. I have been suffering with my back and hip for three days now. I guess I really over did it the other day whilst moving into our new place. I just wanted to get away and start a new, you know? Couldn't spend another week in that house; my sun wasn't feeling it anymore and every time I passed that room what could have been haunted me.

   Plus, I did the renovations myself before my sister's wedding. I'd wanted it all to be done.

   So when my homeboy came thru with the truck I gladly loaded our belongings, ready to go. Yzma's cage alone weighs a whole lot, and of course I had to see my beauty loaded and comfortable.

    Long story short, I am now at the mercy of this incredible pain.

   I for one do not like to lay around and do nothing. My people down at the shelter miss me. I miss them. But thank Goddess there are other cooks who volunteer. As for my other jobs, I hope I will still have them. They know I work multiple jobs and surely they know I'm no superman. My body is tired and telling me it needs rest.

   So now, I have to depend on somebody coming see about me when my sun isn't here. He works as well, and I can't ask him to drop everything for me. His mother came here last night to help with the alcohol and icy hot rubs but I didn't expect her to stay here all day, even tho she offered.

   Once Semaj heard that I was down bad, she decided to come spend the day with me so I could be with Damiana. I won't lie; all these hands on me are feeling a little too good😂but yet I am still in pain. No relief from the pain deep inside, but the company is distracting me from it, a little.

   I can hold my baby girl and that's all that matters.

   I hate being like this. Of course everyone is telling me to go to the doctor. And of course, it's going in one ear and out the other. I just need strength. I need ibuprofen and rest. I need to eat this pain and quit letting it get the best of me. As soon as I can stand without screaming I need to do some leg exercises. Something.

    I don't like being incapacitated like this. I am a mover. I should be at work right now, not laying here in bed writing, but as in everything, writing is my therapy.