| 06 December, 2013 18:00
Yes, I'm feeling grouchy, anxious, angry, perturbed, and frustrated. My patience is nil, and I am, once again, proving what a bad sport I can be.
I'm angry at myself, you see, because I tripped and fell, hurting my right arm. Yes, my writing, cooking, cleaning, eating, PAINTING ARM! The ER said it was only sprained, but it feels awful, even in the splint and sling. If I move in a way it doesn't like, it sends me a bolt of lightning through out my whole arm. (I'm doubly mad at myself because I did the same thing to the left arm this summer in Russia.)
I have so many things I want and need to do. I wanted to make a scrumptious dessert for the HOA gathering next Sunday. The messy places in the house are piling up, and I can't stand living in chaos. I have a multitude of show entries I can't fill out legibly (that goes for the checks that go with them, too) I can only eat soft foods I can stab with my left hand, because my jaw also hit the pavement.
But worst of all, I can't work on any of the 3 new paintings I had started! I was, and still am, very excited about the idea of these works. I tried painting with my left hand, but that was a dismal failure. I am bursting with energy and ideas, but can't execute them. As people who know me will testify, I've always been a fireball of energy, and it is so frustrating not to be able to execute!
There are artists and others with much worse physical disabilities than mine, so shame on me for being such a big cry baby! I should count my blessings, among which is a wonderful husband who helps me as much as possible. Thanks for letting me vent, I'm sure I'll feel better next week. Mary