It's a big Etsy listing week this week. And my dining room is such a mess I'm not even bothering to clean it up at night. Too busy. Not worth my time. I informed my family, after my parents left, that they should not count on any cooking until Thanksgiving. None. Fend for yourselves, people. I've got ornaments to sort and photograph.
Yeah, it's a mess. And so am I. In the past week (stop reading if you're squeamish) I have had a piece of metal embedded in my foot and a burn bad enough that it required medical attention. As I was having the burn treated, while I was too weak to resist, I was asked if I wanted a flu shot. Sure, I said. And now my arm feels as if somebody hit it with a hammer.
Last night, as I was doing nothing more than sitting on the couch watching television, I felt a weird itch on my leg. Which, as I reached to scratch it, turned into a searing pain. Because a wasp had flown up the leg of my jeans and, feeling trapped, stung me.
When my arm hurts from the flu shot, I think about my wasp sting. When that hurts, I think about the burn. Fortunately my foot is healing nicely.
I'd say I am not going to venture outside of the house, except that all of these things happened IN my house. (Except for the flu shot, which occurred in a medical building, which surely ought to be some kind of safe zone.)
Hope everything is good with you. Me, I'm just whining and hoping for a little sympathy.