I have consumed enough Gatorade to hydrate a softball team today but i do not feel any better. I wake up, drink another bottle and then go back to sleep, hoping that the next time I wake up my head will feel different. My efforts have failed me.
Once again, I can not accurately account for the events that took place last night. All I know is that I woke up this morning at 5AM in the bottom of the shower covered up with blankets. I am guessing Madhat, not amused by my behavior, at least felt sorry enough for me that he turned off the water and covered me up.
I am thankful we have a shower on the bottom floor.
As I am getting out of the shower, I feel the stinging pain of both knees being skint. Yes, it is very attractive but not as attractive as I was getting them. I do have a hazy memory of walking home in the 35 degree rain in my designer high heels. I fell. I got up, and fell again. I eventually just took my shoes off, not so that I could walk faster without falling, but so that I would not ruin them in the mud. That was good logic, right?
My clothes are still in a pile just by the front door. I will pick them up tomorrow when it hurts less to move.
For now, I am going to just sleep…