Snow: A Marylander's Plight
I swear, the only time I'm truly embarrassed to be from this state is not when considering that "Natty Boh" is the local beer and not when our baseball team consistently sucks and not when we get to wave the flag for having the highest incidence of chlamydia in the country...it's when it snows and Marylanders routinely make fools out of themselves by entering a blind panic and getting into stupid accidents. I can practically hear the people in Pennsylvania laughing at us...and rightfully.
We had no groceries, so we went to Uno's for supper and then the grocery store. I had a coupon for a free pizza at Uno's, but I forgot it at home, stuck inside my 2006 edition of The Year's Best Fantasy and Horror. That wouldn't be so bad except that this is the second or third time that I've forgotten it. Most women keep important papers in their purses; I keep mine inside the pages of The Year's Best Fantasy and Horror. WTF.
I'm off from work tomorrow. I haven't decided whether or not I will elaborate why at some later date, under f-lock, but I am off tomorrow. Hopefully, that means that I will get some writing done tonight. I haven't written all week despite wanting to. Yet I'm avoiding it. I have no frickin' idea why. Today, I even rewrote the SWG "site etiquette" instead of working on stories. But being off tomorrow might make me more productive in answering comments and emails or less; it depends on what kinds of trouble Bobby and I can get ourselves into on a day off.
I've realized that I have a fear of appearing to be a hypochondriac or one of those people who draws attention to herself with medical complaints. I recall days when my hip would hurt so badly that I couldn't walk upon waking up, yet I would suck it up to walk normally into Johnny's office to update the stats board so that he wouldn't know how badly I was hurting...or getting a half-hour of sleep and being sick as a dog, yet refusing to take off from work or even explain, "Hey, I'm not feeling well today, that's why I'm acting oddly." I once went to work at The Piece with a bad infection and a high fever and nearly passed out in the kitchen, and Bobby ragged me about going home to where he made me cry...and still I refused to go. At least until I was sure that we weren't going to get a dinner rush. And that was the first time I'd missed work in five years.
(For the record, my hip is much better since getting the new mattress. I've been able to walk every day since!)
And this attitude is part of the reason why my hip won't heal. An intelligent person would maybe say to her husband or one of the other big dudes in her scuba class, "Hey, I'm really sore today, can you help me carry my tanks to the car?" She would not carry said tanks herself--two at a time--ripping her partly-healed hip again in the process. So maybe I've got a complex with appearing strong and brave when I'm really not.
Anyhoo, this is a rambly post that really says nothing at all and really just serves as further excuse to procrastinate on writing. *sigh*
ETA! I have finished rewriting the first chapter of the AMC prequel that got partially eaten when my USB key decided to go boom. And it's completely different from the original! Whee!