Sunday, January 13, 2008
Warning: Whiny Bitch Ahead
So here I am, convalescing from being hit by a car. One might think being hit by a car, even a slow-moving one in a parking lot, would be cause for others within the household to want to care for the injured party.
To some extent, this has proven true. N has served me breakfast in bed two days in a row. W went and retrieved my car from the parking lot at work. W has also, begrudgingly, provided lunch and dinner each day since I was hurt. Other than that, I am pretty much left on my own to fend for myself. Nobody feels that they should provide me with companionship, someone with whom to converse or anything more than the occasional walk by to ask if I'm okay.
It's pretty much me, the laptop, the TV, and the phone, and we all know how much I love the phone. Of course, I have enjoyed talking to BJ on the phone each day. We've probably spoken for an hour or so each day since it happened, but today he is having a late Christmas celebration at his parents' house and has to help his daughter with something this evening so I'm all alone.
I'm bored. I don't feel that bad until I stop elevating my bad foot. After a few minutes of having it down it starts to hurt so it limits what I can do. I'm bored.
Maybe it's my fault nobody wants to spend time with me. Maybe I'm just that repulsive to everyone. I sure wish there was somebody out there somewhere willing to spend part of their Sunday afternoon with me. Sigh. . .
And just had another thought:
I've used this accident as an excuse not to wear a bra for the last three days. I figured if you have to be miserable you might as well be comfy doing it. You don't suppose having to look at me in my braless state has turned people off do you? I mean, it isn't as though I'm showing anything off here as I've been wearing loose shirts. Oh, and I did shower this morning too so I don't think I'm keeping people away for olfactory reasons.