debodun
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- way upstate in New York, USA
Which is very unlike me. I am a pretty even tempered person, but lately it seems everything is fighting me. Anything I try to do, I end up hurting myself or making a mess.
This weekend I dropped a wooden pallet on my foot packing up the garage sale.
I get tangled up in my clothes and put them on inside out and backwards.
Then I had a cactus that rotted and was trying to dispose of it by wrapping it in several sheets of newspaper and still got stuck.
I tried to pour myself a cool beverage and the glass fell over and I poured the drink all over the kitchen counter.
This morning I was clearing out the weeds that had over-grown around the house foundation and when I got inside, I was covered from shoulders to shoelaces with little burdock-like seed pods of some plant. They were frustrating to try to pick off cloth.
Finally I got the garbage together for pick up tomorrow and couldn't even open new trash bags to use for the coming week. It's like there's no opening at ether end (like the plastic bags in the grocery produce). That was the last straw.
I am growling, throwing things that frustrate me and crying. The more I try to do, the worse it gets. It's like suddenly I'm physially incompetent.
This weekend I dropped a wooden pallet on my foot packing up the garage sale.
I get tangled up in my clothes and put them on inside out and backwards.
Then I had a cactus that rotted and was trying to dispose of it by wrapping it in several sheets of newspaper and still got stuck.
I tried to pour myself a cool beverage and the glass fell over and I poured the drink all over the kitchen counter.
This morning I was clearing out the weeds that had over-grown around the house foundation and when I got inside, I was covered from shoulders to shoelaces with little burdock-like seed pods of some plant. They were frustrating to try to pick off cloth.
Finally I got the garbage together for pick up tomorrow and couldn't even open new trash bags to use for the coming week. It's like there's no opening at ether end (like the plastic bags in the grocery produce). That was the last straw.
I am growling, throwing things that frustrate me and crying. The more I try to do, the worse it gets. It's like suddenly I'm physially incompetent.