My Sense of Humor is in Tact, Albeit It Sick and Demented. I Will Take This As a Good Sign.

I am okay. I am not hurt. But my eye glasses were missing, Pam and Bev visited, and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to play a little prank, "I've fallen and can't get up," while looking for the "said" glasses. The joke was cruel and I will be punished for it. 

"Help," was the joke. A text....sent...then no response for a while.

I was okay...went to the grocery store and shouldn't have, and was awaiting Chitunga's evening run back to the house for dinner and Altered Carbon on Netflix. 

I am a jerk. A brother. An imp who needed to find his glasses and they were found under the couch, but the joke was kind of humorous, even if it wasn't. "Not funny, Crandall."

There is only so much little league baseball and sitting around with ice in the crotch a human being can take before they crack.

Seriously, I'm extremely thankful to Chitunga who was here for the week, and who came back for one more evening to get us food and to keep me entertained. I know I have to get back on track and be my usual self, but I thought a little silliness would suffice in the in-between at the expense of Kaitlyn and Pam. I didn't let the joke go too long. 

Meanwhile, I can say that Karallyne is obsessed with Chitunga - doesn't give him any chances to unwind or be still without her desire to be in his lap and entertained by him. She shakes all over and it doesn't stop. She's just so excited when he's home.

I'm thankful for more treats dropped off, too, including another cake and a chicken pot pie. Yes, I overdid it with vacuuming and even a run to Big Y, but I'm on the up and up, even if I was a jerk to Kaitlyn and Pam, who really do care that I'm healing and good for the world. 

I can say that Sitting Duck take-out fish and chips was a big disappointment, but sitting around watching a new show with Chitunga was priceless, and I'm thankful he came to be at the rescue, even if he had to put up with Karal's lust for him. The poor kid couldn't move. I also realize that I'm a horrible patient and don't enjoy having anyone being attentive to my medical needs. 

Seriously, I just hope that things are restored and I may one day be able to run again and be okay with my meditative side, rhythm for life, and therapeutic, sweaty daily medication. 

"Help," was extreme. 

I am okay, but can't help being one for a good story.