I'm having one of those days. Everything is pissing me off and I just want to sit in a corner and read a book and shut out the world around me. I know we're all entitled to feel sorry for ourselves now and then, and I really don't get like this very often, but it figures the day I decide to have a pity party the world is exploding around me.
Another young celebrity has died and my problems don't compare to the grief his friends and loved ones now face.
People in Gaza were so desperate for food and basic necessities that they blew up the wall holding them in. The Egyptian guards let the people stream over the border without checking passports or any of their other duties because they understood the desperation that made them take this drastic measure. We'll see what happens as night falls; if the Palestinians refuse to return to their homes there may be violence, but for now they are getting the things they need to survive. I applaud the Egyptian government for helping these people.
Not to mention all the other people in the world who are suffering. Kenya is falling apart, heck, half of Africa is falling apart. Someone on our street just died - he drove his motorcycle into a bus and was killed.
Me? My toe hurts.
It's a little more complicated than that but it's the thing that pushed me into pity-party mode. I try very hard not to let things get me down. If I start wallowing it'll be harder to get through the day, even if getting through the day means walking to the market and sitting in front of the computer as I wait for my husband to get off work. But things have been accumulating lately, building on each other, and last night was the clincher.
Our car died in December so we walk pretty much everywhere, often times over a mile each way. I've had an infection on my big toe (I'll spare you the details) and while it's been improving, it flared up two days ago and brought a second toe down with it. So I'm walking everywhere with two infected toes.
The city is in the middle of a huge project that's torn apart most of the streets downtown. Laying wires or something, but huge mounds of dirt and stone are everywhere. Walking is an adventure and you have to watch your step to avoid falling in a three-foot hole.
Last night I was heading home with Ibis and stubbed my toe on a rock meant to keep cars from driving on the newly paved street. Yes, it was one that already hurt. My sudden yelp stopped people in their tracks but I told them I was fine, despite the blood running down my foot. I made it home okay but can't get a tiny rock out of the cut so that's adding to the fun.
We have no food so I walked to the market this morning and let's just say I was a real peach to the other pedestrians. I'm trying to get over myself and think about the people in the world with real problems, but I'm tired of these constant health problems.