Okay, it's morning, I can walk a little, crutches are the thing, I can't bend over, and sitting up strains the Thing Formerly Known As My Sciatic Nerve. I'm almost okay. Rook did some grocery shopping last night. Squid came over to offer the more luxurious kind of grocery shopping but really I just wanted to talk and have a little company. On the other hand I will be super happy when she comes back with an eclair and fancy cheese.
My phone is somewhere in this room and I need it, but I can't find it and dont have the back-power to look for it.
G. is here now and I am hiring her for a few days to put all my books away in an intelligent fashion and to generally organize me, I am SO grateful. I wish her a super good professional job with benefits. Actually... secretly I think she would be really awesome in law school, because she smart, texty, and could then kick even more ass as an activist, but that is my Mom hat talking. Anyway, while she is temporarily doing odd jobs I will so happily exploit her...
It is hard to sit up in bed and work, I am going to limit it and then lie down again, and maybe can get through this day productively by popping up and down just a little bit. Then must go to the hospital for some more tests, a bit depressing and squalid and will be upsetting and dehumanizing as usual. You know what i mean.
OH LIFE IS GOOD I NOW HAVE FANCY CHEESE.... Humboldt Fog is so yummy. Plus croissants. Plus nice bread. I have gone too many days eating little boxes of dry cornflakes.
Thanks for the support, I am much relieved.