I could write about all the details of my horrible day, but I won’t. After a hard day of being swamped with boring work, I fell in dog vomit. I was hosing out the kennel, my leg went to sleep because of my back pain problems, and I fell in the vomit water. I had to sit in the water for a while until I could stand on my leg.
I’m feeling very depressed this evening because, as funny as it is to picture someone into a huge pond of vomit water, I have no help when I need help. I knew that carrying the kennels outside would be bad for my back and that I would likely fall, but I had no other option.
Days like today make me feel like I can’t take any more of this life. The chronic pain and exhaustion that come with having an autoimmune disease and the desolation of knowing from experience that I cannot depend on people are two very somber realities for me tonight.