Pony: Not the ELbow
8.22.2005
My pizza-scab elbow has become an obsession. I can't stop futzing with it. Saturday it became infected and started oozing yellow juice. Today it smarts like hell.
Do you have any idea how many times a day strangers bump your elbow? And I am sleeping every night on the holiday side of the bed so that kiff doesn't bump or grab the elbow on accident (he is also fixated on the scabby, painful joint). He can't stop touching it.
Last night on the sofa:
OW! you touched the elbow!
Well I didn't mean to. I wouldn't have if you hadn't moved it in the way of my hand.
Oh sure, blame the victim.
My humour has gotten sharper, my temper shorter. I don't know if it is the elbow or the end of summer, but my heart is so heavy today. Do you feel the same way?
