You know what I hate?
I hate it when I have to use an ice pack for something. Do you know why?
I’ve never been an athlete. No part of me is even remotely athletic. The most physical thing I regularly do is splash around the bubbles in my nightly soak bath.
So, when I actually have to use an ice pack, I feel like such a poser! How dare I, a chubby writer with no athletic abilities, use the swelling reducing remedies of the athletic gods? How dare I do something that surely Michael Jordan has done!
I’m not worthy!
Well, whatever insect that bit me decided I was worthy of having to use an ice pack tonight, so here I am, all propped up in bed, about to read until the pain relievers kick in and perhaps my foot has become numb.
Needless to say, a doctor’s appointment is in my near future and I could also buy stock in itch medicines at this point.
At least my new book came in the mail today…
I hope your day was more exciting and MUCH less painful and inconvenient than mine has been, my dear reader.
Stay out of harm’s way. May the force be with you.
Until tomorrow, my friends…