Fakesister warned me that everything would take four times longer. Well, not only that, but there is a lot of planning required, just to move from one place to another. Much less accomplish a task. You’d think I decided to build a replica of the Eiffel Tower out of popsicle sticks, and I had to bring the popsicle sticks to the building site one at a time.
There is no longer any dashing in my world. No waking up late and dashing to make it to work on time. No dashing.
I realized the the things I needed most were socks and washcloths. I won’t be wearing pantyhose or taking showers for a long time yet.
Today I needed to do laundry. OMG. What an ordeal. How to get from the couch to the washing machine. How to get the laundry to the washing machine (answer, stuff it in a plastic grocery bag and drape it from your arm). You can’t do much laundry at one time that way.
As if that weren’t enough, I picked up my dog from the kennel on Wednesday and by Friday, he was seriously ill. Kennel cough, I think. I was like, No. You can’t die while I’m so incapacitated. Last night I dragged him on a leash into the same room I was in. I said, if you die tonight, it will be right beside me. Kennel cough is rarely fatal, but it can be. I was so scared.